Stavanger Bay A Tisket always has a Tasket. You don't need a Basket, though. Keep that.

She mostly accompanied her sister in silence, busy scrunching her leathery nose at the taste of salt on her tongue and resisting the urge to conjure sea puns to pass the time. The bay was littered with curious scents and odd sights, but Vyn's legs ached and the girl was far too tired to actually look around. Yeah, turning her head to scour the shore was an extreme effort and frankly she couldn't be bothered. Her littermate, too, seemed disappointed with their trek and groaned miserably into the wind.

"Who knows. But it sure as hell stinks here - maybe you just can't smell 'em over the lovely, enticing aroma of fish." The wanderer deadpanned, rolling her eyes before squinting them to process her sibling's next words. Hah. She thought innocent little Vyn would suggest such a thing? "Nah I wouldn't send you out there, you wouldn't last a minute, and I don't wanna have to drag your seaweed-covered ass back to shore." She was way too heavy for that shit. Nuh-uh, ain't gonna happen; they'd have to find something somewhere else. The wolfess' viridescent gaze tipped  nonchalantly back and forth, sand-coated paws slowing to a halt in order for her to scan the horizon with ease.