The wind carried, as always on the coast, the familiar smell of salt and sea. The young female had become quite accustomed to it - had even begun to like the aroma as some sort of therapeutic way of thinking about her childhood. Though born in the heart of Teekon somewhere, at heart, Chusi was a child of the sea. Perhaps that was also why she found herself attracted to Ingram, even when they were younger. Coastal wolves often were less... demanding, in a way. And that thought got her thinking of Darky and what had become of the mute, and that, again, made her long for her family once again. It was a special train of thought - one could even consider it a train wreck since every time she thought these things she felt sad.

She sat in front of two fish she had somewhat caught and somewhat found. They hadn't been hard to grab, though her fishing skills had drastically improved since travels. Alone, there was little large game to hunt, and though she was a scavenger really, at least she could fish. She wondered who was up already, seeing that it was rather early in the morning, and who might be up for sharing a seafood breakfast with her.

Chusi, surprisingly, wasn't the jealous type. If Ingram was just friends with a few other pretty girls, that was a good thing! He had also struck her as a loner, and it would make her really happy to see him make some friends just like she was always doing. It wasn't hard when you were as easily excited as Chusi was to make friends, though she had learned it put some wolves off too. But, was it her fault for being as she was? She didn't think so. Not the destruction of all her homes, bonds and families had extinguished the spark that kept her going and neither would Ingram falling for someone else. It made her happy to see others happy anyways.

She blinked, long lashes fluttering as she did, noticing a figure coming toward her with a seemingly friendly wave. Chusi smiled her brightest smile, speculating that this was one of not many but not few wolves that would claim this part of the coast. Or perhaps simply a friendly stranger - a friend she hadn't met yet.

Hii! She called over, her own fluffed tail thumping on the sand.

The stranger was an interesting sight for sure - especially the gold-like hue that reminded her of the morning sun in Spring. She was far more interesting to look at that herself, Chusi found, but hoped the female would not pity her for thinking such grim things. Though, perhaps with Chusi a different rule counted; less was more. She had gotten some comments on her attractiveness before, but she speculated the mix of gold, charcoal and pale had gotten more attention. She could be wrong.

Chusi got up and sniffed at the other. Not to her surprise, the female was from around here. Not only did she faintly smell like the area but also of the sea - or perhaps that was just the salt having settled permanently into her nostrils. She bowed with a wag of her tail and then went to miss some playful nibs at the other.

Chusi grinned, reaching for one of the fish with a swift move of her head and held it by the tail - dangling the slimy yet somehow tasty thing between the two. It had been quite some time that Chusi had gotten to play with someone again. The last couple months had been so serious and nearly felt rushed past now that she was settling in alright at the coast. This felt good and took her back to her first months at Teaghlaigh.

She rumbled a playful tune, encouraging the other to play a slight game of tug-o-war.

It was an interesting breakfast for sure. It had never been necessary for Chusi to fight for her food as the butterfly of the coast, but perhaps it did make things more fun. She smirked as the other took the bait and was glad she had not been her usual chatty self today. That would've just resulted in her giving the fish for free.

But perhaps they had not chosen the right food to play the game with - the spine of a fish was not very firm after all, but that did not stop her. She tugged on her own end with a bark-like growl, teeth finding their way nearly all the way through the tail. If it would continue like this, the fish's carcass had to eventually give up.

Though the game was fun, it was most definitely too short. When the spine gave way while she was still pulling at her end, it made her flop butt-first on the cold sand with an "oof". On the tail hung only a little of the meat, but her energetic spirit had filled her hunger with a new friend already so she dropped it soon after Nyx did. Fish had never been her favorite food, but she knew that sometimes it was necessary to eat what you were provided with to survive.

She shook her floofy main then, jipping a happy; Agreed! at the other with a smile. I'm Fearghal - Chusi fearghal, by tha way. She introduced herself with a small dip and a grin. They had been caught in their game so intensely that they had yet to introduce themselves.

She smiled like the goof she was, not that sore of a loser. Rather lose and have a good game than win and cheat or something. She giggled with her newfound friend happily, shaking from laughter and the cold of her bum on the sand. Nyx huh? That did sound pretty.

She was about to chat some more, but her ocher eyes widened in terror and shock as the form of the other shot at her and trapped her in fur and limbs. She was quick to catch on though and immediately started kicking the other with her strong hind legs in an attempt to escape from under her. Her maw opened to chomp playfully at wherever her teeth might land, if at all, never hard enough to draw blood.

The charcoal warrior's desperate kicks seemed for nothing as Nyx's sturdy figure loomed over her. Though Chusi knew it was a game, a fun one at that, she couldn't remember the last time someone had pinned her to the ground like this. Was her warrior trade truly just for show?

Chusi's chomping mouth quickly held on to the side of her packmate's neck, her teeth only holding her firmly but not breaking the skin. Her victory, however, was shortly lived as the two girls soon became a strange twister-monstrosity and the only way for them both to go on or quit the game was to let go. Chusi did, immediately trying to find her way from under the other's form.