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Bones paid little attention to nightfall. Long after most creatures tucked themselves into bed, she loped around the creek, getting a feel for her new homeland. The creek itself seemed so small compared to Keelhaul Bay and, of course, the sea. Also, the lack of noise, hustling and bustling disconcerted her a little bit. Already, she could tell that life here would be quite different from life in Tortuga. Luckily, the adaptability of youth would be her ally against culture shock.

Arriving back at the edge of the pack's namesake watercourse, Bones dipped her head down and took a drink, her pale eyes remaining lifted to scan the opposite bank. After slaking her thirst and licking the cold droplets off her silvery muzzle, an enormous yawn stole over her. But before the pup could think about finding a bunk for the night, movement in the water caught her eye and, a second later, she disappeared into the inky black water with a loud splash.

She resurfaced a moment later with a writhing snake in her mouth. "Sit," she yelled upon leaping back onto the shore and dropping the serpent, which she pinned to the grass with a paw, "still!" With a snap of her teeth, Bones crushed its head. The long, prehensile body continued to jerk and she took a step back, waiting for it to stop.