The Sentinels Randy Dandy O

ooc- hoping for a wild @Doe! otherwise AW (hunt roll here! sadie catches a large crab!)

She enjoyed her time spent with Olive, but felt the need to travel down farther along the coast. she could feel the salty wind blow behind her, pushing her forward with every step she took. the pirate kept her head low, sniffing for a meal. normally, dead fish would be washed up on shore, but so far, none have arrived to give her easy work. Sadie clicked her tongue at the empty beach, wishing for something to pop up. 

the pirate halted, squinting her eyes to see the thing that was near the shoreline of the water. a crab. Sadie licked her lips, feeling her tail begin to wag uncontrollably behind her. she hadn't had a crab since she left the bay at home! their meat was so tender and had a sweet taste, it made her feel alive (Though not as lively as when she drank rum though). she set off in a dead sprint, luckily she was not far from the crab. she extended her legs fully, dashing through the tide and wet sand to reach the now currently fleeing shellfish. she was three steps behind, now two steps behind, she could nearly taste the--

*SNAP*

and the damned thing had latched itself onto her paw. The wolf whined and cried loudly, feeling blood begin to draw from the little thing's claw that dug into her. sadie growled, shaking her paw around quickly, trying to remove the crab as quickly as possible. it seemed to hang on until she managed to fling it off and rip some hair and skin off of her paw. she was bleeding, but that wasn't her main focus, she was pissed off. one does not simply piss of a pirate like sadie.

without any second thinking, the wolf launched towards the crab again, this time, she grabbed it from the rear and crushed the shell with her sharp set of teeth. a grueling and painful task, but it would be worth it. the behemoth crab fell dead and no longer moved. the pirate, with a snort, trotted out of the freezing water and headed towards the sand. she spat the crab out, along with the cracked pieces of its' shell from her mouth. the pirate ran back to the ocean, rinsed her mouth with saltwater (with the minor stings from the new cuts in her mouth), then ran back to her prize. her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she lowered her head and began to pick off pieces of the shell, carefully taking her time.

after, she dove in and indulged loudly on the delicacy, taking in the sweet flavor of the meat and flesh.

Doe was no longer looking for anybody when she walked the ruined remains of Donnelaith. Qilaq had returned home, and that was all the woman could bring herself to hope for. She had her daughter back, and that was all she could ask. Now, she merely paced among the ruins, musing on the way the cold - which was proving to be just as deadly as fire - turned the black burns into white. It might even had been green under the snow. They wouldn't know unless they dug it up, but Doe had no plans for doing that. She much preferred the sight of a white-frosted Donnelaith to a black-burnt one.

"Things will never be the same," Doe sighed, looking down at her fire-burned paws. There was already fur growing over the scorched flesh - where fur could still grow, at least - but nothing would ever erase the memories from her mind, or the hurts from her heart. She'd regained her daughter, but Deirdre -

Her throat felt tight. Doe turned away from the forest and began walking back toward the sea, her heart buoying as she thought of her daughter, who was safe at home once again.

By the time she caught the scent of another, there was a shred of her good humor returned to her, and she tracked the other down with a curious glint in her eyes.

"Hail," she said, observing the other as she bit into the flesh of a crab. Doe kept her distance, not wanting the other to think she might poach upon her meal. "Even in the dead of the winter, the Sea always provides," she mused, thinking more of her returned child than of actual food.

ooc- sorry for the late and crappy reply, it's currently midnight where I'm at lol

She felt the wind rush through her as she indulged, bringing in and bringing back the tide. The scent of salt was strong yet subtle, as if it was old perfume that the Ocean wore for years. Sadie enjoyed the smell, often she asked in it and often believed she smelt like salt too.

her head was still lowered while she cleaned her crab, though something caught her attention. She was not able to hear well from the loud coast, but the change in scents caused her to life her gaze and turn to see another approach. Automatically, Sadie lifted her hackles in defense, lowering herself over let catch to guard it.

however, it came to mind that the other was not here to plunder, she was here to chat. The wench relaxed after seeing no current movement from the female, letting out a soft breath. The female spoke a word that was not new to Sadie's vocabulary, but it was rarely used. The fact that she greeted with "hail" was confusing to Sadie, but she decided it was just another way to greet.

"ahoy lass." She replied back to her with a swish of her plume and a smooth facial expression. She tilted her head a bit as she listened to the other woman talk of the sea, how it continued to provide even when times like winter was hard to find food. Sadie nodded her head. "Land fails, the sea always provides" she spoke in her ragged and hoarse voice, though the topic of the sea made her seem a bit happier to talk with. She looked towards Doe with her curious golden eyes. "What brings ye to the coast?"

Doe's ears flickered at the greeting. Ahoy. She knew lass, of course, and found no fault in that, but it took her a moment to file away the first word in the dark recesses of her mind. Ahoy. She would know it, next time.

By the time all her processing had ended, there was a question hanging between them. Doe licked her lips and said, succinctly, "I live here." There was no territorial accusation in her voice. She didn't live here, after all, but in the bay beside here. On the coast, as the woman had asked. Doe did not return the question - it was obvious why the woman was here - the sea was more bountiful than the land.

"You smell alone," she said instead, ears turning this way and that, as if checking the facts her nose was telling her against the silence of the woods. The only sound was the crashing of the waves, and Doe was so accustomed to that that it no longer registered as noise. It just was.