Gilded Bay Going down

The ocean was not a place she frequented. Truthfully, she avoided it if only because the way the salty water clashed with with thriving foliage of land made it difficult to discover new and fresh things. However, she was wandering and as her sense of direction was all kinds of poor, she ended up in a brand new place with little to do save turn around and try to find her way back to the Maplewood. Of course, such a thing was far easier in theory than in practice and she ended up more lost than before. Oh dear. She was completely hopeless.

She ended up in a patch of ocean littered with little tide pools. As of current the tide was out so she was able to trapeze along the rock beds and make herself at home with all the creatures trapped in their little pools. A shame really, that they'd been caught, but they made easy targets for themselves. If she'd been hungry, she might have considered snacking upon them. As such, she settled with letting the be as she contemplated whether or not there were any plants of interest to be obtained from ocean water. She wrinkled her nose. Likely not.

In her wrinkling of the nose, she caught a scent that seemed somewhat familiar. As it was not a species of flora, she could not peg it entirely, but it smelled vaguely of wolf. Curious, Citali padded forward and nearly stumbled across a male who blended in with the rocks. He looked a little worse for wear, but she paid it no attention as she moved and placed a reasonable distance between the two of them. "I hope you're not planning to sleep there," she uttered a-matter-of-factly. "Tide will roll back in a few hours from now. You'll surely drown."