Along the borderline
Calico Jack!
08-20-2022, 08:10 PM
With boldness as his ally, luck as a friend, and curiosity as his guiding star Nico had found himself exploring further south. He’d traveled for a little while with Oscar but the donkey was a member of a herd so there was a point at which they parted ways. Nico had promised to return and visit once he was done exploring. Nico’s magpie was his lookout, alerting him if any that threats to avoid or hide from. Taiga had taught him all about hunting so he was a pro now! Also, he’d eat anything including fruits or scraps others left behind.
So the pup had made his way down south until he saw something amazing. Nico had never seen a beach before and he gaped at the endless water. After he was done staring for a few minutes at the water he glanced down at the strange sand he stood on. It was gritty and black and kinda gave a bit under his weight like mud would. Nico slowly moved to where the water met the sand, tapping a paw into it curiously.
Echo, the magpie, landed on the coyote pup's head and pruned a few feathers as it made a loud note of distaste. There weren’t trees right there to relax in. Nothing but sand and water which wasn’t the bird's preference.
“If you don’t like it go find a tree somewhere,” Nico huffed. With that, the pup started walking along the edge of the beach, the bottom of his feet sometimes in water and sometimes just sand as the waves came and went. There became a point he stopped, a scent to be cautious of coming to him. With the sting of salt in the air he hadn’t noticed it till almost on top of the wolves' boundary lines. He wasn’t so foolish as to pass the edge but he wasn’t so smart as to run straight away either.
"Nico"
So the pup had made his way down south until he saw something amazing. Nico had never seen a beach before and he gaped at the endless water. After he was done staring for a few minutes at the water he glanced down at the strange sand he stood on. It was gritty and black and kinda gave a bit under his weight like mud would. Nico slowly moved to where the water met the sand, tapping a paw into it curiously.
Echo, the magpie, landed on the coyote pup's head and pruned a few feathers as it made a loud note of distaste. There weren’t trees right there to relax in. Nothing but sand and water which wasn’t the bird's preference.
“If you don’t like it go find a tree somewhere,” Nico huffed. With that, the pup started walking along the edge of the beach, the bottom of his feet sometimes in water and sometimes just sand as the waves came and went. There became a point he stopped, a scent to be cautious of coming to him. With the sting of salt in the air he hadn’t noticed it till almost on top of the wolves' boundary lines. He wasn’t so foolish as to pass the edge but he wasn’t so smart as to run straight away either.