Only the Ocean

Gossamer stretched as she finished her patrol, a bundle of chamomile held gently in her teeth. She headed toward the beach with Ásta on her heels for a nice cup of tea and some unwinding before hitting the training field. She split off from her companion as they entered the Sea's Plain. Ásta would gather wood for a fire while Gossamer set up hides and ceramic bowls. She was scouting out a place to set up when she spied her mother resting on the beach. Her heart leapt to see Zee out of her den. She wanted to yell out but couldn't with flowers in her mouth. Instead Gossamer cleared her throat as she approached. Setting the flowers down she sought to flop down next to her mother, seeking to nuzzle the older woman's neck. "Hey mom, how are you doing?"