Gilded Bay Ganjang-gejang

In walked Manea, continuing her march up the coast. She skirted the bay, clambering over the rocky parts she encountered, before spotting a burly, brown-furred woman scanning the beach, as if looking for something.

She chuffed before approaching, not wanting to frighten the stranger.

Hunting? she asked, her paws leaving brisk prints on the wet sand as she kept her gait light and airy, hoping not to disturb whatever creature she was looking for.

For sea creatures, Manea thought. Not much in the way of game out here, unless seagulls were on the menu.