7/29/2026, 11:41 PM
Once careful, uneasy strides gradually regained their confidence and vigor, making quick work of traversing the beach. Her coat rippled like waves against the winds, her paws carrying her to and from the shoreline as she moved. The screeches of seabirds cried out overhead, their white feathers almost illuminated against the sun and sky. Hrefna drew in another steady breath, her tracks momentarily stopped as a tiny figure crested the distance.
The way this small figure moves speaks volumes of it’s age— clumsy and round around the edges, a coat reminiscent of fledgling feathers. A stark white fleck of fur against the blackened scenery, dotted with silvers and starry eyed. An expression she too had once held, full of wonder.
She holds her tongue, pressing it into the backs of her teeth. Muted olive eyes blink slowly, as if devouring the sight before her. Hrefna considers calling out, beckoning this small child forth, but the call fails to rise from her throat.
“Child.” The woman finally speaks, her voice just rising above the waves.
“Come forth. Hrefna beckons— Does this child speak her tongue? Would the little whelp turn tail and flee? The stormy-furred woman couldn’t blame the small thing if they did. “I do not bite.” She calls out, her voice softened this time, a gentle coo.
The way this small figure moves speaks volumes of it’s age— clumsy and round around the edges, a coat reminiscent of fledgling feathers. A stark white fleck of fur against the blackened scenery, dotted with silvers and starry eyed. An expression she too had once held, full of wonder.
She holds her tongue, pressing it into the backs of her teeth. Muted olive eyes blink slowly, as if devouring the sight before her. Hrefna considers calling out, beckoning this small child forth, but the call fails to rise from her throat.
“Child.” The woman finally speaks, her voice just rising above the waves.
“Come forth. Hrefna beckons— Does this child speak her tongue? Would the little whelp turn tail and flee? The stormy-furred woman couldn’t blame the small thing if they did. “I do not bite.” She calls out, her voice softened this time, a gentle coo.