She Sells Seashells by the Seashore

Sunder, whose companionship was growing on Sparrow like the seashells grew (appeared?) on the shore, asked what all she was looking for, giving a few suggestions. Sparrow considered them and kicked a large but cracked shell out of the way. She hummed and tossed her glance to the sky, then the ocean, then the sand, and finally to Sunder, "I don't know, but I'll know when I see it." She angrily kicked a shell out of the way. "We need to find something that's worth a whole wolf, so it needs to be perfect, grand, maybe somehow a shell that looks like Artisan?" She tossed him a questioning look, "Do they make shells like that?"