Stavanger Bay passion fruit

Special mention for @Smokestep but anyone's welcome to come greet her. P.S. she is on the borders and hasn't crossed.

It was the smell of saltwater and fermenting fruit that beckoned her forth. Lanky, lean form moving at a brisk pace. She would have kept moving towards the scents had she not been slapped in the face with the musk of others. A pack.

Her tail twitched behind her. No water or smelly fruits were worth getting beat up for. She reclined and a stick-like leg lifted to lazily scratch at her ear. Maybe she could hang around for the season, gobble up as many smelly fruits and fish as her belly could hold. Her tail beat against the rugged earth just thinking about it. She may have been a drifter but she was a gluttonous one.

Eagerly she tossed her narrow head back, a high pitched sound emitting from her.