The day had been cold. And wet. The wind had been gusting in from the wildly tossing ocean for hours, soaking everything in a fine mist of salty spray, inc,using anyone who dared go out in such weather. Brenna had, much like every other sensible Stormborn, stayed put throughout the worst of the storm, napping in her den between bouts of working on a new fur covering for her floor. It was a nice fur but she had got it into her head that it would look nicer decorated... Brenna was not a craftsman, so just where the idea to string what felt like a million beads onto hair strands and then tie those strands to the edges of the fur, she had no idea. But it had passed the hours until the storm abated. Now it was late evening and sick of being cooped up all day, Brenna had gratefully escaped her den and had set off for a nice long walk. Currently she was walking along the shore that edged part of the pride's home, not really looking for anything, just walking and thinking, and enjoying the amazing sunset that had finally revealed itself behind the black boiling clouds.