Generational similarities

Summer came to Auster with its usual tour de force, with sunny days and humid nights. Fortunately, living so close to the coast gave the wolves of the Hallows the relief of a constant coastal breeze to keep their home cool enough to enjoy the outdoors without roasting. Ember was one of those wolves, and the adolescent fae spent as much time as she could outside—partially because of how lovely the weather was, and partially because she just really didn't want to be around her father right now. She was still mad at him for his seeming display of hypocrisy when it came to the Syndicate. So Ember stuck to spending time with her mother, her siblings, by herself, or most recently with her grandmother.

Hanging out with Tamsyn was a simple joy to the ebony-furred lady, and she adored the time they shared. Today was another pleasant and sunshiny day, so Ember had asked Tam to join her for a stroll down the beach. There were a number of things on the young girl's mind—things she would likely talk about with her mother eventually, but to build up her self-confidence for that talk, she wanted to get her wise grandmother's insight first. So Ember stood at the beach head, paws on the soft spot of earth where the lush grass of the plains sloped down into the shimmering golden sands of the shore, waiting for her grandma to arrive. In her jaws, Ember held a small picnic basket for the two ladies to enjoy a snack during their walk since it was such a nice day out. All she needed now was her beloved grandmother.

"Ember"