When she stirs, it is upon quiet sands which soothe the dull ache throbbing at the very back of her mind. Wisteria entwining on the air lures her upright, soft grunt in her chest and sore shift of shoulder blades amount to a stiff standing.

Masae's vision is slow to follow with its swimming blur but a shake of her head soon brings clarity to dazed eyes. This is not her land but there are echoes of familiarity upon it which her senses find before her brain can kick to life in full.

She wanders shoreline like guidance. Equilibrium drip fed.

If not only so she knows when she's been thrown off-kilter.

Steadying step slows and Masae's jaw gapes, monochromatic ghost looms in the distance. It is an absurd thought that graces her and she seeks to rid herself of it, but no jostling of skull fades out the wolf she takes tentative motions in the direction of.

"Izumi?" She ventures, hushed.

For what if she is wrong?