Dragoncrest Cliffs One still on the vine

the return of another sister, one who coraline had never met, had her curious. a bit jealous, too, for reasons she couldn't quite put a name to — so when she sought the older girl's scent and began to follow it down to the beach, she did so slowly and warily. one half eager, one half reluctant.

it certainly helped her eagerness when she found a dark wolf picking among the seaside debris, much like coraline herself often did. hi, she said shyly as she moved closer, focusing on the feeling of sand under her paws to soothe her buzzing nerves. she peered at the mess of driftwood and sea plants at the older girl's paws. what are you lookin' for?