The stagnant pungency of muddied fur and the ache of bones, cause's the weary woman to seek renewal. She is lured by the promise of water, it's sweet smell triumphing over the stench of dirtied coat. Yet despite how sincerely she longs to clean herself, the tired wolf is more excited by the prospect of familiarity than cleanliness. She has forever loved the sea - despite it's ever changing façade, it remained the only constant she had ever had. The sting of salt against seeking nostrils guides her, tugging at her wanton heart and pulling her towards the coast. She longs for nothing more than to be enveloped by the ocean, to drown in it's calamity and wash away the bitter dread that clung so determinedly to steely coat. Tired muscles work determinedly to get her there quickly, but her efforts seem almost fruitless. It takes far longer than she had imagined it would and by the time she reaches the ocean she is want to collapse with exhaustion.
She hesitates before the water, ears arched forwards to listen to the waves as they crash against the earth. Despite how tired she feels, the woman smiles. For a moment Ruzena can do naught but stare, rose eyes wide and bright with excitement. When at last she breaks from her position, it is with renewed energy and an overwhelming sense of relief. Aching legs carry her towards the sea, her steps becoming increasingly hurried the closer she comes to the coast. At last -with a yelp of delighted glee!- the woman succumbs to the waves, momentarily becoming lost beneath the water. The water surges against her body, slamming her against the sand and holding her there, determined not to let her go. Yet, almost as swiftly as it had grabbed her, it releases her. She surfaces with a longing breath upon her tongue, rose eyes prying open to the sting of salt and sea.
