Whitefish River She just wanna pop that bubblegum

Chusi tried her hardest to look as serious about matters as her dad; head straightened and proud with a slightly raised tail. Arturo was her role-model - had been since the time she had met him on that faithful night at the coast. She wondered what would've become of her had it not been for that night. Perhaps Death would've come, sweeping away her accidental life clean from the planet on which her monster mother had birthed her. Eaten by the waves - used as breakfast for some other scavenging family or worse. She owed Arturo a lot and hoped to repay him whenever the time was right.

The quite pretty boy who she had yet to formally meet showed up out of the blue - catching her off guard for a split second before she looked all "professional" again. Mh-hmm. She nodded. I needa scout compani'n f'r today. Ya up f'r tha challenge?