Ocean's Breath Plateau seventy-second

ill wait a bit for moontide wolves to pile in b4 responding w iiana!

the first thing that struck racharra is the sharp scent that broke through even the winter breeze. it rustles the fur that trails past her mane, muscles tensing as she becomes acquianted with the new sensation of ocean.
she then tightens her grip on the pouch of deerskin — she's held it tightly the entire trip, and rejected any offer to take it from her. 

in truth, she isn't looking for anything from the sea people — except maybe a man. she instead hopes to leave something behind of hers: where it may be swallowed up by the sea or someone may take a burden off of her.

nebet stands tall behind erpa-ha, watching intently as he announces akashingo's arrival with song and wind carries it.