it tastes like duck, only sweeter

As far as Kaija was concerned, winter in the south was easy peasy. At least compared to living up in the north. These islands though seemed a little different than the mainlands though, the ocean wind bringing in fiercer colds than she'd expected, but still it was way less intense than the north. It wasn't like Kaija was relieved about that though. Didn't matter much to her either way. Cold or hot, wet or dry, it was all the same and she'd survive whatever the hell happened, not that she was ever really the type to bitch about things like the weather. At least she'd found something different to do with her life now, new wolves to kick it with and new exciting things to do in the future. There were no complaints from her, at least not right now.

Not even with the rainy, humid night that seemingly enveloped her as she wandered the island. The sound of the rain beating down methodically on the forest that made up the island was soothing, to the point of being hypnotizing. It was a wonder she'd been having trouble sleeping at all with the sound but she didn't dwell on it long, instead focusing on the rubble that she was encountering. Up ahead something that barely resembled a building remained, and gleefully she hopped up onto one of the crumbling walls and looked out around her. The fact that the rain was coming down, and it was night, and the vegetation on the island was thick enough that even thinned back thanks to the cold weather, made it hard to see much at all... but she swore she saw something oddly bright-colored out there in the night.

What the hell? She knew the Raiders were plentiful and while she hadn't gotten to know many of them yet, she wasn't the least bit shy and she'd be damned if someone was out here doing something interesting without her knowing about it. Hopping down off her perch with a surprising splash, she ignored the fact that she'd landed right in a big puddled and soaked her legs and underbelly, heading toward where she thought she'd seen the bright fur.

A-ha! There it was! The silhouette of a freakishly bright colored pup became visible the closer she got, though she was a little distracted by the flapping of wings and then silence that followed. The smell of duck was distinct, and tinged with the smell of blood. "Is this the sort of thing I have to look forward to here?" Kaija let out a snort as she moved closer, her approach hardly what one would consider subtle. The big woman was a lot of things but graceful was not a word anyone had ever used to describe her, or ever would. "Late night duck hunts?" Her tone was amused and curious, and maybe a little accusatory, for no good reason.