Cerulean Cape Prehnite

She’d been accepted into their… well, it wasn’t exactly a pack yet. It was a following. And they were obsessed with the ocean. Chip still didn’t follow why they had such a crazy relationship with it, but they were allowing her to leech off of them, so she wasn’t going to argue. Besides, they would probably help her get better at fishing, and that was a perk she couldn’t pass up. Chip had wandered away from them for the day, the ranging bunch, seeking to plot out the rest of the coast. She had a knack for mental mapping, and she didn’t want to let that trait go dormant.

Chip was traveling north east when she spotted the rather sad-looking wolf staring out at the sea. A single tan ear twitched as she moved forward. Chip was still thin and lanky from her time on her own, but she was beginning to gain some of her weight back. The stranger suddenly broke her gaze from the ocean and looked at a rock. Chip smirked, amused at the sudden change in focus. She was still twenty or thirty feet away when she called out. “What’s with the rock?” she asked.