The soft glow of the pending sunrise threatened to spill over the horizon as the waves splashed lazily against the shore, acting as the only disturbance to the calm air. A salt-stained breeze was typically present, but its absence did not raise any alarm. Life on the coast was extremely unpredictable due to the always changing weather. The morning could start off with a dangerous windstorm and by half day there could be blue skies and not a cloud in sight. The unpredictability was part of its charm; every day was a surprise, and that was how the wolves of the sea liked it. While they each possessed—or pursued—one of four roles, the sea wolves (see also: coastal wolves or rain wolves) were an easy-going group of individuals who did not follow a strict set of rules. Of course, any hierarchy had some sort of rules, or law, in place, but theirs was far simpler. As long as the Coola wolves pulled their weight and fulfilled their duties they were welcome to remain in the pack; failure to be a contributing member of the pack would result in removal. There was no tolerance for lazy wolves, especially when their numbers were dwindling.
With expert precision the lithe female scaled the rocks that made up one end of the shoreline as the sun began its ascent. The still air was unsettling but not unusual—the ocean dweller preferred when a breeze came in off the water, filling her nostrils with the first scent she had come to recognize: salt water. It was the smell of home; of family; of her past and her future. It was the scent that was embedded in both her skin and fur; the scent that set her apart from the forest and mountain dwellers. There was nothing she would rather wake up to than the sea breeze rolling in off the water.
The Coola wolves did not rely strictly on the coast alone—their territory stretched down the Bella Coola River, where the water was fresher and the fish were often easier to catch. As a fisher, the ocean princess spent most of her days in the water, studying its movements and the patterns of the fish. The hunters would pursue dry, or ‘land’ prey; they would slip into the trees and bring down a deer, perhaps a rabbit or a squirrel. The sea wolves were not picky about what they ate—food was food, regardless of whether it was covered in fur or scales.
After her morning stroll she set her course back to the caves so she could pester the adults with her brother to take them and the other yearlings down to the river. The pack had found a secluded part of the beach where the sea and forest met; trees sprouting from the edge of the sand and a large rock formation filled with caves at its head. It was here that the river flowed into the sea; it was also the heart of the Coola territory. She moved quickly, her mix-matched gaze occasionally teetering out to the water crashing against the shore. The stillness remained, leaving an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach—there was something not right, but she couldn’t figure it out. With a disgruntled sigh her pace quickened as she neared the pack’s cache. The juveniles were running amuck on the beach, bounding after each other and rolling the sand. Nothing seemed out of place, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
It did not take long for her suspicions to be confirmed. The weather had changed, almost instantly, as the sky turned dark and the wind roared. Debris blew onto the beach, trees snapping and bending as the storm howled above. A call sounded against the noise—her father! There was something here… something that didn’t belong. Frantic, the girl remained rooted to the spot, her mix-matched eyes searching for her family. A dark shadow—her brother, Blitz—streaked by, accompanied by half a dozen familiar faces. What… what was happening? What were they running from? A voice sounded out, calling for her… then… yelling, yelling at her to run. Run fast—NOW! Without a second thought she did a 180º turn and chased after her brother in hopes of catching up to him… but she never would. Just as she picked up speed, everything went black. There was a soft ringing in her ears, but nothing else. She was the darkness; she was the abyss. She was nothing.
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The first thing she noticed was the air—it was just as still, but something was missing… It was the salt, there was no salt. This was not home.
Her eyes blinked open, wide and filled with confusion as they searched frantically for the seashore she had grown up with. As she moved her head it felt as though her skull was being split in two. Trembling in pain, her twig-like legs curled tight against her body as her ears flattened—where was she?! Wincing against the pain, the girl reopened her eyes and lifted her head to take a proper look at her surroundings. There was water here… but it was too still.
Where were the roaring waves? And the sand?
With shaking limbs, Niq’x pushed herself into a half-sitting position as she glanced around to determine exactly where she was. As her nostrils flared she realized she wasn’t anywhere near her home… or any family. When she tried to remember what happened on the beach her headache only intensified and her memories were black. Fear consumed her as she remained rooted to the grass at the edge of the water, her bi-coloured gaze moving feverishly in her skull as she struggled to figure out where she had ended up. Everything around her reeked with unfamiliarity. The amount of wolves that had passed through this area was alarming—she knew that she was currently alone, but how long would that last? What were the wolves like in this strange place?
Where had her brother and other members of her family gone?
Most importantly, where was the beach?