Gilded Bay Actions speak louder than words

Gotta love new characters <3 no idea how she'll interact so just running with it.  Feel free to throw someone at her :D

She had struck out north once more as soon as the charm, yet again, wore off.  Since leaving home years ago she'd barely stuck to one place longer than a few months, and (most) of those relocations were a decision on her part to move on.  The others... well, some didn't quite appreciate her charms, which she quite found to be their loss.

Her dark paws sank into the sand as she walked, sticking close by the coast, not quite ready to push inland yet.  Her last place had been inland, and her reunion with the ocean's shore had been a joyous one.  Realistically it did not have much to offer by terms of protection (at least, not this current spot), but something about the salty air rang of possibility.  Perhaps a throwback to her first home, when the world had laid out before her plain.  She was a little older now, a little wiser, but she still liked to think her options were just as unlimited.

The current plan?  Food.

She was a connoisseur of the finer things in life, but certain times called for certain measures, and she knew how to survive.  So when the bleached form of a ribcage rose up before her, some unfortunate (and luckily quite large) fish who the rough waters had spurned, she nosed towards it with no hesitation.  She could hunt, sure, but scavanging was just as fine in her books, and took a hell of a lot less effort.

With both ears turned back to clock her six, she tore at the sun-dried meat, the salt making her job that much easier by keeping decay at bay.  The gulls had gotten most of it, but it took the edge off.