Treasure island

Osprey was right in her suspicions of something grander lying under the cover of sand. She caught sight of a nice stick, but when she tried to pull it out, it didn't give way that easily. It was heavier than it should be and this, of course, piqued her interest. The girl began to dig the sand around it, now and then taking a brief pause, to push her nose against the stick and have a good sniff at it. This made some sand enter her nostrils and this eventually led to a mighty and very loud sneeze.

After the third one, through tear filled eyes she spotted a curious, yet friendly-looking stranger standing not too far from her and the site of the event. The she-wolf looked beautiful in an unusual kind of way, but it was her interest in Osprey's occupation here that won the Redleaf-girl over. "Treasure," she replied simply, yet excitement laced the word. "Come on - and help me," she beckoned to the half-uncovered stick. "This has to be a big one," and without waiting for a the answer, she resumed her work.