Noctisardor Bypass Are you sure she's a chick? And not a guy? Or like, part guy part shark?

It looked like the clouds were thinking about making trouble, but despite their brooding aspect the youngest of the Dokuga bitches was heading out to make some trouble of her own. She'd stopped by briefly to take a peep at the excavation project that she'd embarked on over the last few months, but hadn't stayed underground much longer than it took to give it a quick nose over. Unbeknownst to her as she emerged into the weak sunshine she did still have a telltale smear of loamy earth featured prominently on her face however.

Brou gave her pelt a quick, impatient shake to settle it and then stepped out briskly. If the weather was indeed gonna Do Stuff she wanted to make sure she got some more-exciting stuff of her own in before it really got going and like as not drove her back indoors, knowing her luck. She started wandering northward, putting the darkest of the clouds mostly at her tail, and then pricked up her ears in interest as her twitching black nose caught wind of a scent she hadn't spotted a fresh trail of in at least a few days. Spook—huh. And since it had been a bit since she'd set eyes on him, and the trail was pretty recent, and she was nosily curious what he was about up northward here on their new turf, Brou started off after him. It only took a little while for the boy to appear up ahead. —Aha. Target acquired.

Oh hey there, bro! she chirped, casting a suspicious eye over his dawdling black and white form as she slid up beside him, not too close but not too far. She didn't see any of his precious little weird treasures clutched between his jaws, but didn't discount the possibility that there still might be something worth examining more closely for herself concealed somewhere and held herself close enough to readily pounce, just in case. What're yooooou up to today? she cooed, hoping he'd hand her some sort of adventure hook. She was bored and tired of staying put and behaving, and surely if Spook was meandering all the way up here he must be thinking of something that'd be worth her horning in on. Or at least more entertaining than sitting around at home keeping on stewing in her own boredom. Seen any big bad murderers about? Hahaha.