Wheeling Gull Isle Hurtin' for a smile

@Steelhead

She hadn't thought the rock would crumble beneath her paws.

The Stalker was small, light - she'd climbed to dangerous heights before albeit never this high. Usually she wouldn't even risk it but she was hungry, ravenous even, and the cry of the seabirds was almost like mocking laughter in her ears - as if they could hear the rumble of her belly. 

The girl had scaled the cliffs seemingly without fear - the charter on Shearwater Cliffs had been a respectable height and they were far more scary than this climb. The nests were higher up than she thought and as she got higher, the anxious knot in her stomach grew until she felt she would be frozen with fear. Nym reminded herself not to look down. Then, just as she looked up in search of the next ledge that would take her higher, the rock shelf she was standing on gave way with a horrible crack and The Night Stalker was sent crashing into the sea below.

She woke with a yelp!

Stumbling on paws that didn't seem to know how to function, she jerked to her feet at the harsh pinch of pain she felt on her haunch. The girl wheeled, whipping her head around to find a crab clinging to a handful of her flank. The girl snarled savagely at it, beyond pissed with the whole situation, and promptly tore it from her body with a quick snatching motion despite the pain it caused her. 

She flung it, hard enough for it to crack as it hit a nearby boulder. She offered it a rumble of satisfaction from her throat, glaring at it with a pair of enraged sunshine orbs, before turning and cleaning the blood that trickled from her flank where it had grabbed her. 

Once it was clean, Nym turned her attentions to the rest of the injuries that battered her form, limping slightly as she approached the dead crab. The girl ate the meat she found within its cracked shell before turning her attentions to her surroundings. 

The beach was smooth, the golden grains of sand clinging to her pale coat that didn't seem to belong on the exotic island. The waters were a brilliant blue, so bright it distracted one from the heavens. The coast could be seen in the distance, across a surprising distance of ocean between the mainland and the isle. Nym was momentarily surprised that she hadn't drowned before she was distracted again by her investigations.

The strip of beach she found herself on didn't appear to be marked but the scents of a pack lingered - causing the Daughter to grow wary as she imagined eyes watching her from the jungle. 

She called out hesitantly, the sound a hoarse noise that likely wouldn't be heard by anyone that wasn't nearby.