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With everyone settling in decently on the island, and with few members to keep in check, Faeryn had decided to head to the mainland another time. Not because she particularly liked it, but because she wished to hunt there - prey was beginning to grow scarce and with a lack of prey came even tougher survival. Many of those on the island could have already passed, had they not grouped up upon violent arrival - that storm hadn't only crashed her against the shore, after all, but many others too. Some had stayed, some had not. But as Beta it was her duty to do all she could for them. Even now, having temporarily taken over the role of alpha, the straggly group of survivors were her main priority in all that she did. She had nobody else.

The blue wolfess had travelled across the bridge between the Isle and the mainland the moment the tide had gone out. Moving swiftly was something she did with ease, but that did not make her any less cautious. For she knew the power of those ocean depths, Fae had experienced them first hand. The sea was not something that should be messed with. Approaching the stretch of land she saw before her, the wolfess let out a sigh of relief. Soon she would be safe on the mainland, without the pressing worry that the tide would come back in while she was still going across the land bridge. After finally making it across, she promptly lowered her hind into the sand and stayed there for a moment, wondering what exactly to do next. Hunting was why she had come, she supposed, so that would be a good start.

Faeryn began to pad along the coast, making decent use of her time by catching all she could. Or, that had been the goal in mind, at least. One stray rabbit (what it had been doing this far on the shore she had no clue, but she would not make waste of the opportunity), was being carried by the dove, limp body dangling from her grey muzzle least elegantly. A good stretch of time passed, and that rabbit remained the only thing she caught. However, by this point, something else had snagged her attention. A scent, not of prey, but of wolf. Rewind a few months and she would have left them be and gone on her way, not wishing to have to socialise with anyone, but now she was openly seeking conversation. The blue she wolf kept walking, until at last she spotted a figure in the distance, a mix of brown and grey fur, standing in the water on the shore. For what reason she did not know, but Fae decided she might as well go and try to find out, tired as she was - no more hunting for now. Regaining her energy was a better idea.

"Hello?" she called, the sound slightly muffled from the corpse in her mouth. She remained a steady distance away, unsure whether this wolf was friend or foe. [/font]