Well begun is half done

The coyote woman caught the faintest whiff of scents on the salty air coming in from the direction of the island. What exactly it was she couldn't say for certain but it was enough to peak curiosity. She knew exactly what she wished it to be. Her brother, but that was a far fetched sort of dream. What would Arkin be doing out on an island? But just in the off chance that her brother truly was there...

The female eased her way from the mainland shoreline in order to make the swim out towards the island. The choppy water didn't make the trek especially easy but it also wasn't something that was about to force her to turn back either. No, if her brother was actually out there then she was determined to find him.

Arsinoe paddled harder and kept her head tilted up above the water. Strong kicks pushed her forwards until she found herself landing paw upon the pale sand that made up the shoreline of the island. She drew herself from the water and shook out her coat. Afterwards golden gaze took in her surroundings. Crescent shaped shoreline, dense vegetation further inwards on the island, a sweet smell coming from the trees, the squawk of a seabird overhead, and finally, a set of unintelligible tracks in the sand. Yeah, sand wasn't really that great at trapping precise prints but still it was enough to know that someone, or something, else had been here. So it was with these tracks that the coyote decided to start and moved over to the depressions in the sand to sniff at them in order to figure out just how old they were.