Sequoia Coast genius party

Onyx was walking slowly along, her very long legs wandering over the sands. It was night, but sleeptime not yet, apparently. A small flash whizzed by her, another large brown one whizzing by afterward. She gasped in surprise at each thing that raced by, wondering what it was. Her diamond blue eyes turned curious. She ran forward briskly, following the figures, and watching just in time to see the larger one trip over itself and spout out a little foul language. Onyx trotted up to him. Do you need help? She asked quietly in her shy barely-audible voice. Here it was, her chance to help someone and help the pack. She could kill two birds with one stone. Hunting was gonna be her thing, if she could just prove to Ragnar that she was amazing at it.