It was surprising how much her travels had taken out of her. When she first began, her muscles ached nightly and she found herself struggling with running long distances. There was many a time she considered turning back, but stubbornness prevented her from yielding. Now, Myrcella was much leaner and a bit more muscular than when she'd began, and felt a bit more confident as she navigated these new lands. She hadn't met many wolves yet, but was aware of a great many packs settling these lands. In which would her future lie? She wasn't quite sure.

Now, she'd arrived at a beach unlike any she'd seen before. In the high sunlight, the sands sparkled and twinkled as they clashed with the waves, the waters themselves shimmering as they retreated and drove forward once again. The she-wolf picked her way down to the tide, her nose sniffing at the black sand as she did so. Whatever this beach comprised of, it was certainly beautiful. She stopped at the water's edge and let the waves wash over her paws, enjoying the tingling chill that it sent through her body. Perhaps it was best if she stayed here awhile. Who knew what kind of visitors this glimmering beach brought.

note: not my best starter but hopefully it'll do lol

Speech // thought // French

What a treasure! Her deep purple eyes gleamed with awe and enchantment as Iris's gaze fell on the glittering black sands. What made them shimmer so? Her own ebony pelt nearly blended into the sands as she walked over the beach. She'd chase the waves with a delightful laugh and then let them chase her back over the sands again. Splashing in the water was one of her greatest joys, watching as the droplets caught a glimmer of sunlight and sparkled through the air like falling diamonds. Could she gather this glittering back sand for a project? Perhaps if she found tiny bottles.

Suddenly she noticed a woman on the beach, cream of pelt with warm tones to her. Delighted to meet someone new Iris bounded up to her.
"Bonjo- 'ello!" She greeted warmly, practicing shifting her language to the common tongue of these lands. It was getting easier with each new person she met.