Blackwater Islands The sands of time make one hunger for knowledge

Maybe she can attempt to hunt with @Kalika ?

The twelve-week-old fae was reaching the age where she could trot along after her mother while she hunted. It was a miracle that she had made it to the coast on her own, without many survival skills in her arsenal to defend herself with.

The sweet little fae sat in the sand, shifting a beautiful shell around with her paw. She glanced at the foaming sea, a smile spreading across her maw like wildfire as she picked up the shell with her canines. Stepping ankle deep into the shifting water, she tossed her head, releasing the shell into the water as an offering to Her. 

She trotted back ashore, humming a little Greek song she heard Kalika hum to her when she slept before. A glipse down the beach assured the pup that her mother would be with her soon, as she was always around. The girl sat upon her haunches, patiently waiting for her to show so that Calypso could ask her the question that had recently bloomed in her mind.