OOC here. /+000
Life at the cove had been, more or less, calm for the past few months- Insomnia had a seemingly normal life now. In her memory were her travels - they clung to her like dark clouds did to the raindrops they fought to keep caged. Sometimes those clips of her life began to play in her head, and a strange mixture of fear, love and pride swelled in her being; fear for how negative she'd felt, love for her family and pack, proud that he'd come back and played out his role after all.
She was laying comfortably on her stomach, the soft fur dangling from her underside ironed by the cold, flat stone he chose to climb. Over its edge hung his forepaws and in the air stood his head, the cool breeze detangling each individual hair on her thick coat. Winter was just passing but she still had some fluff in her fur.
Insomnia watched the sea rolling onto her doorstep before it was dragged away again over and over, as though it were on a loop so fascinating one could watch it for days. She dreaded to think how awful it'd be to go in there in this time of year - she had always loved the ocean, and there wasn't a single doubt in her mind that it was at least half the temperature inside than it was on the sand and the stone. She rolled over on her back and continued watching the waves come in and out.
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