Treasure island

Treasure… at the sound of it, Siv’s rusty ears perked forward and her eyes sparked with interest. This was precisely the type of interaction she had anticipated. There was an invitation from the treasure-hunter to have Siv join her. With a flagging tail, the coywolf darted forward and sniffed at the stick that was buried deep into the sands. Gripping her canines on the bark of the stick, Siv reeled her head back in hopes that she could help to unearth the ‘treasure,’ but she either lacked the strength or the ability to free it from the grasping sand. With a huff, the coywolf darted her eyes towards the grey-coated female. “Jeepers it’s in there good,” she remarked in a hushed voice. Peering at it with curious blue eyes, Siv circled around half of it before returning back to where she had been a moment before. “What if I keep digging and you try pulling it out?” she suggested with a quick smile. She had no raw strength to speak of, but her legs were thin and she could work quickly with her paws. Sand had been swabbed across her dark nose. If she didn’t look so wildly excited, it might have been comical.