I've been standing at the edge of the water...

Since the hot springs, Meadowlark had been traveling and getting to know the area as much as she could. Most of the time, it was studying the different plants that were around and what could potentially edible or toxic. Some of the plants she found were very familiar and prevalent in her home. Others were definitely not something Meadowlark knew, and she used better judgement to not test it out. The girl had never been the type to take a risk that she would ultimately regret in the spirit world, anyway. She wasn't intending on dying anytime soon, so it was better to completely avoid the possibility entirely. With each successful find of plants she knew, Meadowlark put it away in her head to come back to later. Depending on the pack that she would eventually end up with, knowing the locations would tell her which she would frequent based on location and distance. If she could propagate the plants in her new eventual home, then all the better.

One thing that Meadowlark was paying the most attention to was the vast amount of life there was in a small area. Between plants and wildlife, and even insects, it was almost three times as much life as there were back home. The number of songbirds singing melodies she couldn't recognize was also astounding! There were a few songs she did recognize, however, so it was nice to visit nostalgia every once in a while. The more south she traveled, the more Meadowlark realized that everything was completely opposite of her old home. Eventually, the smell of salt in the air also greatly caught her attention. A soft whooshing sound was eventually heard the closer she got to the tree line of the grove she was in. This was not a sound she was accustomed to. Meadowlark knew what wind sounded like in the trees, but this was definitely not wind. It also had rhythmic periods of silence from time to time, and sometimes a louder sound also. Steeling her nerves, the white ghost stepped through the tree line and was briefly blinded by light. The warmth of the sun warmed her coat. A feeling that she always appreciated. Eyes quickly blinked to adjust to the new, brighter area and looked upon a sight she had never seen before.

While Meadowlark had heard of great bodies of water from travelers passing through the wild, she had never seen it for herself. Let alone smell it. The water waved along the shore before crashing into the sand before it, ripping through the sparse growth of trees. Since the tide was out, Meadowlark could run between the trees if she wanted until her paws met the sea. The further away from the shore the waves were, the bigger they got. A breeze occasionally flew past her along the sandy beach, whipping about in all directions before calming once more. Meadowlark padded further onto the beach to examine some of the trees, seeing their sandy roots growing deep and spreading out, as if to firmly plant themselves in the ground. Amongst the trees exposed from the lack of water were weird types of rocks, shells, and crawly creatures with sharp claws. The travelers spoke of crabs before, and these seemed to match the description, but Meadowlark had never seen one before. A black nose sniffed the air, slowly coming closer to the crab, wanting to smell it to learn more.

"Speech.""Thought." Action.