Pouncing Piping Plovers

She was doing... Nothing. Without anyone or anything interesting to bother and Arwen and Ily having wandered off for now Iskra was left with nothing to do. Eventually she'd decided to take off and made her way out to the island since she didn't exactly go for swims very often. Islands were easy to overlook in ones exploring. Now, lounging on the beach under a tree the starry red woman was stretched out and attempting to nap but finding it to be an exercise in futility. She was far too amped up as usual.

Honestly she hadn't been paying much attention at all to her surroundings so when she heard the wild fluttering of wings not far away it snapped her out of her head. Sapphire blue eyes searched the sand and waves until a wolf-shaped lump appeared. Why what do you know, that lump was a wolf. With a bird. Looks like someone just got lunch. Hopping to her paws with the effortless energy of a pup Iskra sauntered her way over to the stranger, grinning. After shaking the sand out of her pelt and bringing herself relatively close to the grey woman she called, "Hey, nice catch!"