Getting by

Life was good. Nami genuinely couldn't complain, despite not feeling fully like herself yet. She had no doubt she'd get there before long. With the sun's slow appearance and the feeling of the ocean wind tickling her nose, she felt alive again - and the approach of another wolf helped her mood lift. Though she'd felt quite lonely during her sickness, torn between wanting to stay away from others so she wouldn't infect them and being desperate for help, now she felt much less uneasy in the presence of others - though the thought of scaring someone quickly made her hold back her normally overwhelming friendliness.

Still she flashed the yearling a grin as he approached, her small nub of a tail wagging in a steady rhythm behind her, sending bits of sand flying. She wondered if perhaps he'd been unwell too; she wouldn't pry though, knowing she didn't want to talk much about how she'd fared recently. She'd rather focus on getting better and making the most of the time she'd been given. "Hello there!" Nami greeted him, no lack of friendliness in her voice. "I'm Nami. I'm new to these parts, actually," she admitted, sounding a little winded. It'd been awhile since she'd really talked to anyone, after all. "I was thinking of fishing a little bit - looks like this beach is good fishing," she observed eagerly. The sand itself wasn't the only thing glimmering, and she watched as small fish danced close to the shoreline, as if begging them to dive in.