The coastline that she'd searched for here was grand, impending, but felt so. . . vast, lonesome. Nothing like Harbor's. Nothing like Fellfang's. She thinks back to the prince before shutting the memory out. Childhood nostalgia was maddening. Nothing was as dreamlike as when she was young!
A caw breaks out over the forest and she perks in expectation. It'd been quiet but now- she hears a voice. Between the trees she can see another wolf, blue like the fading mountains in the distant sky, speaking to another soul in the trees. Pushing forward, but giving the stranger berth, her tail wags (a constant thing that she can never stop, really!) before she clears her throat, loudly.
"Hi there," she says, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "Are you from around here?"