Treasure island

Siv often thought that she was capable of a lot more than her wiry limbs would allow for. It was the leading cause for her troublemaking… or getting in to. Still, in spite of the fact that she could up upheave the stick from its location in the sand, she was not going to lose the determination that had set her on course for treasure. Of course, she had the grey-furred stranger to thank for that. Had she not invited the coywolf to join her on her excursion, it was likely that Siv would have passed her by with nothing more than a quick nod and a toothy smile. Planting her paws firmly in the sand and tugging it out from underneath the large stick, Siv watched as the grey female went around to the other end to begin digging over there. It was a smarter move than attempting to have someone dig while the other yanked on the firmly planted branch. Focusing intently on the task at hand, the coywolf female almost missed the introduction from the treasure-hunter at the other end of their stem. Drawing her head upwards slightly while still digging away at the sand beneath the stick, Siv offered a friendly smile at the newly-met Osprey. “I’m Siv Savoy,” she then introduced herself, tail flagging behind her and she huffed against the quick work. “How long have you been hunting for treasure?” Siv imagined that she had stumbled upon a young pirate, and somehow she had been lucky enough to be thrown into Osprey’s adventure. After all, the grey-furred stranger seemed as though she knew what she was doing quite well. It was likely that she’d been searching for treasure for her entire life.