ever thought of coming down?

The lass was finally paying a visit to her marine friends, who were now preparing to migrate, no doubt. Her petite paws struck the moist sand with soft shushing sounds. Ebony tipped tail swung from side to side with every sway of her hips, thickening coat ruffled by the breeze. A pair of recently acquired red feathers danced in the breeze, never straying from their place behind her left ear. It was a lovely grey day, the promise of the autumn's cool rain ever present. Some rain might do the island good, actually. She hummed a quiet tune as she came closer to the bay, seeking the darkened forms of her manatee friends. It had been a long time since she'd last visited, and she wanted to see if any sea pups had been born. Her delicate toes paused before she stepped into the water, wondering if she dared disturb them so close to their migration time. A small frown form on her features, pale brows drawn together as she thought. If there had been calves born, the mothers might not take well to a wolf entering the water and endangering the wee ones. Peering into the water, the large shadows in the shallows didn't seem too bothered by her presence thus far. Maybe it was alright that she step into the water, just a little bit?

Slender limbs took hesitant paces into the cool surf, ebony rimmed optics ever watchful of changes in their moods. They all had their own personalities, and it was the only way she could really tell them apart at the moment. It wasn't long before she was up to her elbows in the sea, and the manatees were drifting a little further away. Even now, they weren't quite comfortable around her. Understandable, with her claws and her teeth, not to mention all this fur, she was probably pretty intimidating to them. Maybe they liked her a little more than everyone else because she was grey. Manatees were grey, and maybe they liked it better when strangers were grey. It seemed like a good thing to bet on. She took a step closer, and the herd floated just that much farther into the water. With a small sigh, the lass decided it would probably just be better if she sat on the beach and watched them. They didn't care about being observed, from what she could tell. But they weren't big fans of being approached by strange creatures.

Flopping down on the beach, she crossed her dainty forepaws over one another and settled in to see what her aquatic friends were doing. Surely they'd be heading inland, toward the mangroves, right? It was much warmer, and would probably be safer during the winter. They'd done that last year, so it seemed safe to assume they'd be heading out soon. The fae guessed they would probably be gone by the end of the lunar cycle, and heading for the safety of the areas further inland. There, she could observe them from the mangrove roots, and see what they did in the winter. Last winter she hadn't had as much of a chance to do that, what with her family and all trying to keep her from drowning. Not that she would have, she spent too much time in the sea to have that be even the most remote possibility. Right?