Blackwater Islands The sands of time make one hunger for knowledge

Excitement poured through the young spirite's veins. Her mother seemed to know something the girl did not as she whispered to the young pup. With a slight nod of her head, Calypso crouched behind her mother, padding behind her as they headed towards a blob of a creature. When she finally connected the dots she nearly yelped with joy, but held back her cry. Her mother was finally going to let her join in on a hunt.