Gilded Bay Kids these days

Chip was left in peace once more, and her breathing went back to its normal rate. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she drifted back to sleep. The soft sound of the waves was soothing, and even though the ground was cold and her fur was wet, she found comfort there. She was in that strange half-asleep state when she heard the "plop," followed by the sudden smell of food. If there was one thing that would wake her up, that was it.

Groaning and pushing herself up onto her elbows, she gave the dark wolf a wary glance before tearing into the already half-eaten fish. Having been on the coast for a few months now, she had begun to prefer fish to warm-blooded meals. It wasn't long before the salmon was gone, and Chip licked her lips. She felt marginally better, though she had a feeling that this was no "free" meal.

"Thanks," she said, eyeballing the dark wolf once again. There would be no apology for the snap or sharp words she had delivered earlier.