Cerulean Cape maybe if we tell people the brain is an app they’ll start using it

She was avoiding the field now where it seemed both of her rivals tended to; it was a prime spot, for sure, but not worth the grief it seemed.  Still, the shores to the north held prey, and she wasn't going to write them off entirely just because a few wolves got a little possessive.

She was also digging for crabs in the beach, the action generally bringing back memories of Vlad, if only because of the way he'd mispronounced the word.  Krebs.  Her lips titled up; if she caught one, she'd dedicate it to him as she enjoyed it.  But no krebs seemed to be forthcoming.

She was intent on the ground, so didn't notice the other wolf until she was a fairly short span away.  Her ears shot forward with surprise, but she recovered quickly... no trouble here, just minding my own business.

"Any luck?" She called over, wondering if perhaps the other had already found the prime spot.  Who knew, maybe she'd share.