Cerulean Cape the road to success is always under construction

She was far too interested in the glowing waves to notice the stranger roaming over the beach, only spotting his silhouette when he stopped by her collection of treasures. She couldn’t make out any details with the distance between them and any chance of catching his scent was swept away by the wind who refused to play in her favor. A twinge of nervousness danced around in her stomach while she stood there watching him, wondering if he was one of the grotto wolves.

She licked her lips while mustering up the courage to do, well, anything. After a moment of convincing herself that this was just some passerby who came to watch the waves, Rose pulled herself from the ocean and slowly approached, posture cautious yet not hostile. “Those are mine” she called out once only a few feet away, immediately claiming rights over the collection she had worked all day to gather.