After a brief encounter with a wolf who offered rum, Norsamu found herself daydreaming on the luxurious drink, wishing for some more. He had mentioned the blend to be fermented fruit, but with her limited knowledge; she had no idea what that meant, "such a shame, ah!" the maned wolf dramatically yelled out to the sea in her exaggerated anguish. It was truly such a shame! She could only hope in the future she would meet an Ironsea wolf, perhaps then they could share the secrets of the delicious nectar.

In the mean time, she went back to her usual wandering. The wolf spent a few while in the land, but so far she stuck to the coast of Teekon Wilds. She was slowly making her way up, seeing all the different area's the sea offered to the land. Her heavy paws striked against the sand as she made her way around the beach, occasionally bending her neck to take a whiff in. Her dark nose slowly made it's way to the salty waters, Norsamu curiously looked into it, "aye, what does the waves offer!?"

Her last words before jumping into an incoming wave. It was a thankful moment the white maned female was still relatively close to the shallows, for her legs sunk into the sea, but the rest of her body still could stand above the waters. Though the question stood; what was she doing?

"Right?" The lass laughed as he squabled up some of the fresh treasure that scuttled around the waters. They surely will be a fine meal once on shore. Some locations always held their own secrets; some held the beauty at dawn, the wonder of the stares, the taste of gems, but other were simple fine in a luxury dinner. Though the sea was often difficult in that particular department, Norsamu's tongue lapped at her maw and tasted the nausaus salt of the waters. She even swallowed some earlier, she could bet her stomach would not do good later. Ah, if only she had that rum she had earlier to wash it all down! Maybe the lass will shed some manly tears later for such a loss... Though she could never do that in front of this new mate- he seems like a swell man. Gotta make good impressions, aye?

The white maned wolf thought for a moment, "have ya heard of the merfolk tears? Lots of shit 'bout them, but they say em' tears are colorful shards that wash on shore." Her definition of treasures come in many different ways. Norsamu sometimes simply hunts for the 'beaut of the scene, or the gold of a cavern. She always seems to follow 'rumors' or even 'lores,' and finding the true treasure behind the words. It was what her past mates used to do, they didn't seem to look for particular treasure, but they kept following rumors and stories of such a place, hoping the area really contains treasure. They didn't really find a scenary all that refreshing, those lads preferred materialisic goods... Such as this rumor supposedly has. She don't remember if they ever found a mermaid's tear, if they did it was before she was old enough to be even born.

"S'posedly ya find them on beaches. Such a shame can't seem to find, ah!" She dramatically sighed to the skies in anguish, as there seemed to be no sparkle within the sands. Though as the emotion was exaggerated, it changed into a laughter, as she simply cackled at the situation rather then be actually sad. How lame would that be? Though not a shine or an unusual color was spotted, so where could the merfolk tears be hiding? Maybe those damn sharkwolves took them. Ain't a lot of information on those seawolves, but where else was the wolf supposed to put blame? Her wicked thoughts toward an innocent bunch seemed to anger the sea once more, as the tides smacked at her mouth, giving a taste of the 'delicious and refreshing' sea. If her stomach doesn't die later from all the ingested salt, she will be in fact either finding rum, or using every little brain power she has to make it.

"Also em' rum... Wolves on the shores shared a mighty drink before bein' slaughtered. Sounds like a refreshing time away from these waters. Ah, that is a treasure i'd take any day."

She followed along on getting closer to the shoreline, her sunset gaze watching the waves pull the sand into its depths. She could see the pebbles that have yet to be grained to micro bits, but they were not the beauties they hoped, "wherever the sea may be, be a merfolk cryin'. Those bastards only live in the depth of the waves. Tricky n' ones that ain't never appearing to simple folk." Norsamu cackled, as she recited the few pieces she knew about them. Lore was a rather speciality on her part, she can't count how much her adopted family kept spewing on legends. She too fell in love with the tales, and followed along their path as shown through her travels. She grew hungry for more tales and rumors to be discovered.. She could see his gaze burned with greed, and only grinned at his desire. She too felt similar. Perhaps they had the same goals but different means to get them. So far he felt like good company.

"Nay, its the delicious drink of fermented fruit! Give ya a buzz like when ya eat one of those fruits that cause ya to swirl. Wolves on this land created such a grand drink! Aye, truly a feast." She had clung to that small hope he knew what it was, only for the dream to be dropped. Truly seemed that only those Ironsea wolves knew about it and the secrets to making, and this brute does not seem to be one of them. Who the hell knows what fermented means besides those particular wolves? Ah, shame!

"Aye? I be named Norsamu," she opened her maw in a grin, "just a wee' lass chasin' rumors and legends!" The white maned wolf loudly laughed while introducing herself, she glanced at him through the midst of the laughter, "n' you my brother? What does a man like ya' doin' around these waters?"