trapped inside a crystal ball

Her green eyes followed the crashing waves with a methodology that could only mean she was trying to learn something. For several days now, Wip had been staring at the Ocean, trying to discover its secrets, wanting to so desperately figure out the puzzle that had been formulating in her mind. She huffed in resignation, she would figure out what she wanted to know soon, but today was not the day. For now, she would depend on the food stowed away in her favorite cache, and ponder the issue of Sea Food later.

It was after her guarded visit to said cache, aging hare leg in tow that Wip came across the dark female. She seemed to be wandering aimlessly, and yet Wip’s black nose quivered at the scent that marked her as a pack mate. She moved towards the other noisily, hoping to announce herself. Introductions were always an anxious affair for the tawny female. Hi there. She realized speaking with the hare leg in mouth was counterproductive, and dropped it into a patch of sea grass. Had breakfast yet?