Wheeling Gull Isle the lonely sea and the sky

Cascada hopes, for ease, that she can find something to scavenge for the lot of them. Having more mouths to feed hadn’t been much in her head until that morning and the reality hits her. She’d always helped in hunts when she’d been able and learned a few tricks, but it isn’t her primary skill. With the extra help, even injured, she’s sure the two of them can come up with something. Untangling herself from the little wolf, Cascada moves forward and directs the two of them toward the ocean.

Just as she remembers, several tide pools had been pushed back by the storm and, to their luck, had their fill of both dead and alive, and she nearly yips in excitement and bounces on all four feet. A jolt of pain surges through her and she cringes, but she manages to keep her tongue silent to resettle. “Fish?”