Meet the Raging Sea

Jynn weaved her way around the Runestones, enjoying the cool evening air for a little while longer. As winter had moved into Boreas she opted to head back to the familiar haunts of Auster and maybe see if she could figure out a path forward. It really had become dreary wandering by herself lately but still she couldn't quite stomach the idea of joining a pack. So what was she going to do? She'd tried to recruit wolves for her own little band but no luck. She still had yet to fully decipher the journal and with each passing day she felt more and more aimless. She could feel the years starting to catch up with her and she knew she couldn't outrun them. Jynn had never considered life as an older wolf. Some day she was going to have a hard time traveling around and then what? She'd never considering starting any sort of family and having next to none of her own family still alive she was feeling more and more alone.

Jynn departed from the stones to wander down to the rocky beach where the ocean waves rolled up onto the shore. The moon was full and bright and the wind rushed through the seagrass, driving the waves, and whipping around her fur.