Moonlit Fjord

Rose was underwater, teeth fastened around a barnacle stuck to a rock. She firmly planted her paws against the rock and bit down hard, removing the tasty morsel and swallowing it. She nosed around the sea bed for a few moments longer before she needed to come up for air. Popping her sleek black head out of the gentle waves, she shook salt water from her ears. At first, she paid no mind to the glowing wolf spirit on shore, but as she blinked the water from her weak grey eyes, she stared in shock. That had definably not been there when she started looking for food. The small she-wolf watched the bright white wolf beginning to set up a camp, and treaded water as she considered her options. She could try to slip away further down the beach, she could try to approach the spirt wolf, or she could bring an offering. Settling on that last option, the black sea wolf paddled her way to where she had seen some plump fish earlier. To her disappointment, said fish were gone but there were several clams, oysters and crabs to be had. She hoped the white wolf would enjoy this version of sea food and dove back down to pluck some of the creatures from the sea floor before surfacing to swim towards the spirit wolf's camp, going over a humble greeting in her head when she offered the food.