Ankyra Sound Tidechaser

She'd met a few wolves as they wandered the coast but found a disappointingly low number of new herbs.  There was one thing she'd found that had been interesting... and she tucked it away to find later, saving it for a special purpose.

Still, she hadn't given up hope.  Today as she nosed along the beach the air felt warmer and the breeze smelled amazingly strange.  It was clean in a weird, briney way, and she enjoyed both that and the warm sun on her back.  She had found during her time here that, aside from the sand, she loved the beach.  The latter was a bit of dealbreaker though.  It shifted so much beneath her paws and destroyed a lot of the way she was used to feeling her way through.  She'd nearly fallen over a pretty fair number of things already but with good reason; she'd managed to turn up some of that stuff Penn had brought her.

It was gripped in her mouth as she ranged the beach south of Chacal, a clump of seaweed that hung down like a strange mustache.  She nosed at another bunch, then reared back as something scuttled from beneath it and released her mouthful with a muffled, surprised exclamation.  The hell was that?  She listened to the click of it moving away, transfixed.  She'd never heard a crab move before.