we'll all be well tonight

The waves licked the sandy beach and shifted the smooth fragments of glass and stone as Morwenna explored the two-leg ruins. Anything to do with two-legs usually held rare and extremely hard to find herbs growing in their old forgotten gardens. Solomons seal, trillium, and particularly strong bitter basil were herbs she had come across before in two-leg gardens where she was from.
She looked up along the rigid side of an old building, her gentle purple gaze smoothly following the vine that climbed up to the roof. She wouldn't find a way inside here.
She recognized the scent of goats, snakes, and large cats drifting on the gentle autumn breeze. Another distinctly wolfish scent was also around, but she hoped to avoid both wolf and cat on this island and quietly crept around the side of the building dripping with ivy.

Ah, she found an old window already knocked in, shards of glass were scattered on both sides, but the shards outside were sparse and smooth, taken by storms or smoothed by the waves. With a graceful 'hup! she leaped through the window and landed on the other side of the old broken glass. Her claws clicked and echoed through the dimly lit shadowy building. Anywhere there was a roof would be nothing but dead plants, but sometimes these larger places had inner sanctuaries open to the sky. That was what she was trying to find.