Seaside Moors you will remember me

The young siren was unaware of her shadow as she sloshed out into the moors and away from the den site. Her dour mood had likely been more than enough for the other inhabitants of the home. There was no real reason for Regin to have found such a surly disposition, but the longer she had reveled in it, the more she found it suited her.
 
Setting her sights beyond, the dark-hooded pup decided that she would seek out her brother in hopes that she might terrorize him into going with her. There was no real destination, but Gin was inclined to go down by the shore if they could manage to get that far without being scooped up by a patrol. She had ever intention of going right back home when she’d satisfied her curiosity.