Sunset Valley these boots were made for walking

Being under the girl's perceiving eyes gave Isabella a moment of shyness, making her want to slink back into her fur and hide. Her pelt wasn't bad by any means, but it wasn't as clean as she'd like it to be. She stood up straighter. Yes--Alaska. Isabella answered. Filled with an urge to explain her textured, almost wavy fur, the woman quickly added: My family and I frequented the ocean a lot.

The sunflower introduced herself by a long name, one that Isabella knew she'd have trouble pronouncing, though she'd try anyway. Waa-wash-keshi, an attempt at a foreign tongue. I am Isabella Sparrowbeak, but Bella is fine. Only her brothers called her Bella--though it wasn't as if that was a big point of comparison, considering she had never met many others--but she'd allow it for her first acquaintance of this land.

Her stomach continued to ache. It felt as if the walls of said organ were growing teeth; like it was trying to eat itself from the inside. I'm sorry for my awful manners, but is there anyplace we could find something to eat? I'm starving...