Memories Lost to the Sea, Titania

[whitewolf]

Rolling, churning blue. Vast fields of the salty liquid. It danced on the shore, grasping the feet of the she-wolf, only to be pulled back into the depths. Seagulls crowed above the blue ocean, and the soft sand. Titania's pads had half-sunk into the sands, sun high in the sky. So many memories had been lost to the sea, because of the sea, she had hardly any childhood memories of home.
Misty eyes gazed at the waves that rolled, back and forth, back and forth. The sea was neverending, it seemed. The fae released a long howl that danced over the churning ocean. Her steel grey and cream plet reflected the glow of the sun that sat high in the sky, seeming not to move.

[Thorn]

A scrawny grey wolf was clambering awkwardly over the marram grass toward the beach when the fea howled. He visibly flinched, pulling back his ears and tucking his tail close to his belly. Errigal looked across the beach to where the wolf stood, like a rock formation. She was obviously female; her cry was feminine. Errigal licked his lips nervously. He was new to these parts. Was he tresspassing?
He took a few tenative steps toward the other wolf, his scraggly tail clamped between his legs, wagging slightly in a nevous attempt at appeasement, and his head low and cringing.