Dragoncrest Cliffs Lo-Fi Listening

If Grímnismál was told she looked more of a shark then a wolf, surely she would be speechless. For her own tail, long ago had been taken by a shark, as she was just a lil' girl swimming in the deep waters. Perhaps too far, did she go on that day, and a regret ever since had formed. She couldn't even remember what her tail looked like.

"Oh, um, i'm trying to find a home-den.. For herbs, and," she stuttered, "p-patients." It was somewhat hard to find a secluded area not only herself could be fit in, but alongside any injured bodies. She mourned the day that would happen, but also wouldn't feel comfortable being selfish enough to find only one her size if someone actually did get injured.

She also needed a proper storage.. And for the spider-gathering. That was important. But would she need them anymore with the kelp..?