Cocktails and Rum

She placed a paw on the sand glistening in the sunlight. Slightly playing with the black grains of sand. Yet that didn't sound right, Nirah flexed her claws into the sand. She felt so alone like a tightrope had found itself snaking its way around her heart. She had grown quite considerably and her body type leaned out with the muscles of most of the male yearlings she had seen in passing. Staring at her reflection even though it felt wrong. Nirah had then tried to seek out her next best option. She couldn't find her mother, but she could find the alpha of this pack that had been letting her and her siblings freeload on their beaches. She wasn't interested in free loading anymore and the fiery wolf was more frustrated that she had not gained an ounce of training in her life.

Not to mention. She was a boy! Nirah grunted to himself. That felt right. He turned and he called out for Sparrow. Perhaps it would humor him. If he could get a direction in his life and perhaps if someone to level on him for his goals. He didn't know, Nirah felt anxious however he stood tall but anxious. Searching to see if his call had at least caught the attention of some pirate that could answer his questions.