Wheeling Gull Isle Plunder me not!

Sadie's mouth was full of small trinkets, she was quite proud of her finds. She however was on search for a large shell like that Habit had found her before. It would be easier to hold all the shells in for her, besides it would just look nice presentation wise. Seeing another shiny rock, she scooped it up quickly and held it with her lips.

She continued to travel down the shore, however a familiar voice rang in her ears. "Shell I gave you not good enough Freckles?" The freckled woman turned round and saw that the owner of the voice was Habit, the wolf who had helped her earlier. She laughed with a hoarse voice, coughing out the shells and dirt, giving him a crooked smile.

"The shell be fine lad, I just need to find more is all" She said, turning her attention before starting to paw at the damp and then digging lightly. The wet sand had to hold onto something, Calypso might've hidden something for her. So, why not look?

Habit spoke up again, deadpanning his words. "I'm insulted."

The wench couldn't help but chuckle at his words, shaking her head as she got deeper in her digging. "Sorry ye feel insulted lad, what could a wench like me do to make ye fell better, huh?" She inquired sarcastically, laughing hoarsely more while she dug. Well, her digging wasn't for nothing, she found a slightly bigger muscle and pulled it out, deciding to crack it open in slurp it up in one bite. Licking her chops, she lifted her head towards Habit and waited for an answer.