C104 Recrudesce
The sea is a symphony. It is a poem of cries and noises and the screaming of gulls and whales. With just its sound, I know we are close to the shore.
I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. There is a swirl of sour and sweet smells. I smile. It’s wonderful and, at the same time, terrifying. Werewolves are not meant to be at sea. We should be in the forest
