Gilded Bay Oceans don’t speak to each other, they just wave

all welcome!

Gracious’ entry into Margaritaville was quite exciting for her. She now had a place to call home, along with wolves to call her packmates (and hopefully family). Tristan was clear with his run through with her about borders and duties and such, though Gracious wanted to simply explore other lands a bit. 

Walking from the grove for a little, she found herself in a bay. The crystal sand was washed with the blue water as the tide would pull in and out, though it appeared it was at its low point. Curiously, she trotted closer, noticing the spires and pools that came into viewpoint. It was a peculiar location, one that looked full of a mysterious sense of beauty.

She was only a few feet away from the spires and pools now, seeing little creatures swimming about in their traps and crevices of the small pools and rocks. Gracious gently stuck her muzzle in between one of the rock crevices, inhaling the salty scent and enjoying the sudden break from the coastal breeze.