Gilded Bay Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn

"Weigh-hay and up she rises! Weigh-hay and up she rises! Weigh-hay and up she rises! Early in the morning!" The loud waves and wild winds were no match for her loud and rambunctious songs of the morning. Perhaps if one paid attention well enough, they could hear her loud tunes from quite a bit away. Norsamu held back nothing as she loudly sung ol' tunes of sea shanties. They didn't feel the same without a chorus to follow along, however she felt the urge to sing while doing her business in the area. It was one of the songs she found slightly decent without another, and continued to repeat  as her black and white paws were stained with grains.

"What will we do with a drunken sailor! What will we do with a drunken sailor! What will we do with a drunken sailor! Early in the morning?" The tides were currently not near the Gilded Bay, letting the white maned wolf freely roam it's rocky and sandy shores. Her body rocked toward a smooth boulder that let her get on at an odd angle. Norsamu was weighing downward to the crevices of these various of rocks, her paws daggering into it in a fast and forceful pace. Behind her sand sometimes wildly flied about, caring little if she hit something or someone. Her focus as entirely into these patches.

"Put 'em in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him! Put 'em in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him! Put 'em in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him! Early in the morning!" She recently discovered the area held quite a few beauties, different rocks that gained Norsamu's interest, as well as the occasional intact seashell. Occasionally her maw would dip downward to nab onto one, but seeing as it had imperfections of a broken shell, she threw it away.

"Put him in the brig until he's sober! Put him in the brig until he's sober! Put him in the brig until he's sober! Early in the morning!" So far she racked up quite a collection on one of the flatter rocks; it held various of shells and rocks that were absolutely stunning to the eye. None of them held a crack or a broken piece, for she couldn't stand seeing her beauties have those imperfections in the treasure trove. Norsamu kept switching between different crevices, as she eagerly pawed at them to find the treasures she so adores. The only time she'd take a break was when the lass actually found one, and proceeded to put it in the hoarding pile!