Dreamin' the Dream

Orain had finally made it to the North and she'd welcomed it's colder temperatures. She'd taken a day or two to rest after trekking through the Battlefield and her cracked paws had thanked her for it. So much hard travel had taken a toll on her small body. It was times like this that she wished she had the height and muscle the rest of her family had been blessed with. Anyway, after some R&R the wolf had travelled further North at a more leisurely pace, stopping to hunt every now and then. Without realising, Orain had swerved slightly East and a week after leaving the open waste of the Battlefield she found herself faced with the beauty of the coast. The beach in front of her was perhaps of of the most beautiful sights she'd seen. The sand was lined with ancient palms and jagged cliffs bordered the cove. That wasn't what caught her attention though. The sand was completely black. It was so dark it seemed to steal all the light that shone on it. Picking up her pace, Orain made her way down to the sand and simply stood in the surf observing its peculiarity.