Gilded Bay One too many

@Brontide

After her run-in with Skelly, Chip continued along the coast. She didn't have any set plans on where she wanted to end up, though she knew she would eventually have to settle down somewhere. The instinct to find a pack to take her through the winter was only growing stronger, and she was well-aware that she wouldn't last the winter by herself. She was still a yearling, after all, and this would be her first winter.

Having grown bored with chasing the waves, Chip was currently playing catch with a seashell. By herself. In reality, it was pretty pathetic. She'd pick up the shell, toss it as far as she could, then chase after it. Rinse. Repeat. The girl was covered in sand, salt water, and probably looked more like a giant rat than a wolf at this point.