Shilah was hungry and regretting making such a long journey by himself but he needed to return to the scene that bloomed into his nightmares every night. He needed to return to the canyon. Yet, despite all that determination here he was taking some strange trip down to an unfamiliar cove. He knew he needed to start trekking north. North was where the canyon was. North was where his mother was swept away by the flood. Shilah wasn't sure if it was some sort of demented form of closure or a naive hope that she'd be standing right there waiting for him. All he knew was that he needed to see it for his own eyes.

Shilah jumped as a large spider when skittering across the sand, disappearing into the brush. His ears flicked forward but he continued walking. He wasn't sure he was hungry enough to eat a spider. He knew sometimes you could find eggs and creatures buried in the sand. Maybe he'd try that! Shilah found a place where the sand seemed to have been disturbed and set himself to digging.

She had been moving quite far from the pack's new location. Now that she was healed up she was head into her work. She started by getting familiar with her surroundings, then tracking prey movement. She didn't think her rank and she wasn't in the place to call a pack hunt, but at least she could report it to someone higher up and do more one on one hunts to bring prey home. She was fallowing a small group of Takin that she had came across in Wraith's woods. She had mostly been fallowing their trail, hoping to get close enough to spy on the ground, count the number of heads, and look for any old or injured. She fallowed them all the way through the woods and up until their path took a sharp right to go down into Ancient Oaks. She was going to fallow them, but something else caught her attention. She ran into a familiar scent laced with the Risen's pack scent. It made her stop to check if her nose was playing a trick on her. Her brows furrowed with worry. Yes him and his sister were getting bigger, but all the way out here alone. Her instinct and her worry drove her to abandon her work and fallow the trail. She was fearful something could happen to him and if she found out that it did and she simply ignored his trail she would be heartbroken. She had to at least check and see if he was okay before going back to her hunting tasks. So altering her course she quickly fallowed the fairly fresh trail, rushing to catch up with him. It wasn't long before she was fallowing his prints in the sand along the cove and when his form came into view her pace slowed. She was relieved to see that he was digging in the sand and he looked to be fine. "What are you looking for Shilah?" she called as she closed the distance. "Zinnia Talk", & 'Zinnia Think"

Shilah continued digging but as he continued he soon realized that he wasn't going to find anything in this spot. Shrugging he continued his exploration of the beach. He felt like he was thinking inside a fog. No matter what he did he couldn't seem to get his thoughts to move in a logical line. His focus was shot but he might as well continue. As he walked along a sudden spurt of water grazed his leg. He turned to see a tiny hole in the sand. Ok, maybe that was something. Shilah set to digging, occasionally being forced to stop as the water spurted up at him.

Just as he got down to the clam he jumped as Zinnia appeared out of nowhere. Had she been following him? "Oh, I'm just a bit hungry." He dipped his head down and pulled out a clam. "Do you know how to eat these?"

Trick!

Shilah gets a trick!

Just as he goes to snag a clam from the water, it hesitates in closing its shell and clamps down firmly on Shilah's tongue. Oops! Shilah loses 16 gems!