I’m gonna be fearless

The Archer-Lyall had come out to the ocean’s edge at low tide, in hopes of scoring herself a few cones from the cypress that grew here before the tides came in. Unfortunately, any that may have fallen had already been swept away by one of the daily tides, and those that remained were far too high up the trees to be accessible to the grey woman with her dull claws. If she got a run up, she might be able to grab hold of a branch to break off, sub-optimal as it was, but she’d be damned if she had trudged her ass this whole damn way, incoming tide lapping at her ankles for no bloody reason!

With a low growl she stepped back, the brush of seaweed against her leg enough of a motivator to spring forward with a choked off yelp. She bunched her weight back on bent legs, pushing off from the shifting sand that was being dragged back out to make way for the next wave. Teeth closed around a branch and she waited for the satisfying crack of a branch breaking... and waited, her body swinging back the way she had come. It seemed she didn’t quite have the weight to bring it down. She wriggled her body in the air in an attempt to bring the branch down, her frustration making itself known in a defiant growl as her teeth slipped and she landed back in the water, nothing but twigs to show for her effort.

Sedna spat, glaring up at the tree in front of her. One of these days... she’d have someone that could scurry into tricky places and get things for her... not a primate, those things creeped her out - but they couldn’t be the only critters with thumbs right?

"speech".