Gilded Bay ravenous debris, in disguise

Sandy whisps of golden white swirled like ribbons around the paws of the inky black figure, rifting and engulfing her prints as she trotted across the bay. Many days had gone by since her departure from her homeland and she was tired, weary and fed up of journeying. At least the beach reminded her of home. The memories of her natal pack were fond; hard to forget and move on from, yet the pull of the wild had drawn her from her kin to seek new soil elsewhere.

"Sisko." Her voice rang out loud and clear as the legionary approached the shore, her dark limbs fondling the white-tipped waves. "Sinä matkustaa kanssani?" she added in her native tongue, her aurum gaze scanning the sands. "The Sea Mother has accompanied us," she spoke, the foreign words catching lightly on her teeth as she bent down to brush her muzzle in the surf.

With a raised head, she tore her gaze away from the horizon, tilting her cranium to the side in a questioning movement. "Missä sinä olet?" A note of panic was beginning to seep into her tone, veiled with dragged tiredness as the dark legionary turned her back on the ocean, her pools pleading that the whispy figure of her kin would emerge from the sands.