A ghost drifted into view, melancholy in appearance against a background of cloudy skies. Coal cloaked paws skimmed over the wilted corpses of wildflowers. Moonstone eyes scanned over the sea below, flinging itself at the cliffside in outrage at some perceived slight. This was not a day for swimming, nor a locale. Storm season was upon the East, something she remembered vaguely from her childhood. Lately, she'd been spending time in the Northern regions, where her inherited traits were of best use. For some reason, she returned here. Perhaps she was subconsciously seeking out her brother, or she just wanted a little taste of her childhood. A train of thought best left alone, regardless.
Haunches would lower to the earth, a soft sigh escaping parted lips. She'd been drifting across the continent for some time, never really staying anywhere. What was there to do, now? Perhaps she could join a pack, but they didn't seem to have the best track record lately. She'd come across numerous sites, abandoned by large groups with no viable reason. It seemed best to remain in solitude for now. Dark clouds loomed on the far horizon, threatening rain later in the day. A biting chill travelled on the breeze, trying to dig it's claws into her skin.
