"Come on home girl" he said with a smile.

Her body ached still, the pain was subduing though, something that would fade away. New scars adorened her shoulders and maw from the looks of it one could see that she was in the running with a much larder animal. Black walnut husks were great with helping keep any infection out from her wounds. She had the pelt with her after she cleaned it completely. Smoothing it out each day. It helped her carry the stones around as well as a few other things she had come across. As well as it was comfortable to sleep upon with the cooler nights still. Fic spent sometime alone, healing and gathering her thoughts. Today though was her day to get back to every day grind.

A smile crossing her features as she wandered along the shoreline, the waves gently lapping at her paws as she wandered, she left the canyon and everything behind her. Her tail dancing around, she was still careful but still at the same time happy. Identification was scared that he would judge her for trying to do something that was dangerous to herself, but shaking the thought from her mind. There was no reason to think that. None at all.

She blushed to herself with that thought, and continued on, finding herself near a cove, over looking the area. Coral of different hues sprouted from the rocks in the waters, small pools of ocean water warmer than it's deeper companion, crabs skittered across areas. Her eyes were peering closely to the pools. She spotted many beautiful shells, but there was only one she truly wanted. A wentletrap shell, also known as a staircase and ladder shells.

She needed it to finish the gift. Hoping she'd stumble across two if she was in any luck. The sun was high that afternoon, and humidity up. The scent of salt wafting into her nostrils causing her nose to wrinkle before the sight of a small glimmer. She placed the pelt somewhere dry and pranced to it. A wentletrap shell! She moved it around with her paw, carefully not to break the shell. Wandering back to where she put the pelt.

Patrolling carefully as not to step on a sharp coral or a dead reef. Crabs scurring out of her way.

"Identification"