Stavanger Bay Long shadows

Godot trotted along without much concern.  It had seemed to her that many favored the shore, so the trees were out of the way without being out of safety.  It had kept her fairly well apart from everyone since she'd joined, and she'd been quite happy about it for now -- it was what she was used to.  Not to mention there was that one guy who she was pretty sure shew as supposed to be angry at but damned if she cared enough to remember why.  He wasn't important enough to care.  If he showed up, she assumed he'd remind her, and then she could give him a taste of her pearly white teeth if she had to.

She did cross a scent of someone else in the pack that seemed to have been heading the same way she was a little earlier, but she did quicken her step, just in case it turned out they'd been going for her things after all.  She still needed to find more things so that she'd be able to do her rituals properly, but that all depended on what was around.. And whether she'd get herself kicked out or not by the time plants were growing.

Coming around the final corner, Godot stopped in her tracks.  There was someone at her cache!  Not touching anything, yes, but that could just mean they just hadn't decided to yet.  Godot uttered a low, barely-a-growl-almost-a-bark warning just in case and continued forward to her things.  It wasn't like she could talk properly with the over-sized stick in her mouth.  Though it was probably two feet long, the driftwood section was somewhere between two to three inches in diameter.  Godot wasn't postured particularly aggressively as she approached so she could go put down the stick near the bunch, as long as the pile wasn't messed with in the meantime.