Turn To Dust Or Gold

Onyx had started to take runs around the pines though she was still a little too young to start training excessively. It was important for her to be strong for her family. And she certainly never turned down a fight. But it was starting to get boring running around in the pines and there wasn't always someone around to spar with. Though honestly, she wanted some new opponents. It was fun to beat the red kids, but they were getting same old, same old too.

She was down at the shores of the pack, careful not to get her paws wet in the freezing temperatures of the ocean. She already hated the sands and the beach and the ocean. And she didn't care much for the ship either. She wasn't easy to please obviously. But instead of looking for someone to fight, her focus was put in the icy sands below her while she looked for interesting things that could have washed ashore. She supposed it was better than doing nothing, but she was pretty low to come out to the shores of the ocean. But she was wondering, and now sure that others scouted the shore regularly because she wasn’t having any luck finding a single thing.

"Onyx"