Where The Black Sand Meets The Raging Sea

Gossamer jerked her head to the side at the sound of a large splash. She watched the pup racing along the water's edge and realized it was one of her younger siblings. Having just got settled back into the Armada there was a bunch she had missed including getting properly introduced to the newest litter. She felt a stab of regret at not being there for the birth. As a healer she felt she'd could have been of help. Oh well, not use crying over spilled blood.

She barked out a laugh as the pup splashed Ásta, sending the fox scurrying farther inland to shake out her coat. "Easy, there! I prefer to stay dry thank you," the fox squeaked. Gossamer got to her feet and padded over to the pair. "Hey there, what's your name? I'm Gossamer, your older sister, and this is my friend Ásta."