no diggity

Ain't no rest for the wicked. Boy that had to make her pretty terrible, cause Iskra was moving non stop lately. She hadn't gotten into any really good trouble in a while now and it was making her positively restless. So far it was back and forth across the land bridge exploring here and there day in and day out. So much work! But, someone had to explore every last land in this world for shits and giggles, right? Of course, and Iskra was the one to do it. Especially since she didn't have anyone to drag into mischief right now. It seemed like that might be funner with a friend.

Weaving through some of the trees lining the fjord Iskra sought out the water, paws sinking in the sand. Her paws had met a lot more sand than dirt the last few days and her legs were getting more sore than they normally would from walking through the stuff. Blue eyes moved to land on the rippling waves ahead of her, but were soon drawn away by the sight of a... yellow wolf? Well certainly more golden than the usual loners Iskra bumped into. Sauntering closer, Iskra came to stand not far from the other woman, still facing the water but casting a sideways glance at this new source of amusement, "How's it goin' sunshine?"