Come down, come down sweet reverence

Jynn had heard about the festival and so headed down to Auster to set up camp until it was time. There were a number of places she wanted to check on and that included the Shimmering Shore and its bounty of wonderful seafood. First she needed to set aside her things. Padding over to a large, washed up tree branch she buried her little travel bundle beneath it. It wasn't much, just a rabbit skin she held by four corners but it held a few basic supplies. With that taken care of she wandered into the plains, enjoying the wind rustling the grass and the smell of the ocean air.

Jynn decided she needed some breakfast before she went wandering about trying to meet new wolves. The northern edge of the plains gave way to a lovely beach along the ocean's edge. The perfect place to go hunting for razor clams.

The day was warm and promises wonderful things. Today, the beach calls to her, pulling her paws out to where the golden sands glitter underneath the warm sun. Wave roll in, a gentle reminder of the never ending struggling that the ocean plays against itself. Haydée pauses in her leisurely walk and draws in a deep through her nose, savoring the salty air that greets her lungs. There is something so calming about a beach and it almost as wonderful as waterfalls in her eyes.

Gulls cry their hunger as they wheel lazily above, waiting to see if any wolves left some tasty treats in their wake. With a content sigh, she once again resumes her tranquil walk, thankful for the peace that the day offers. A long legged form appears on the horizon, their gait determined as they seek to do... something. Curiosity fills her features as she moves toward the lanky woman and makes sure to stops a respectable distance away. Watching them a moment longer, Haydée hesitantly calling out, “Um, hello there! Sorry to bother you but… can I ask what you are doing?”

Hay had been the pup with all the questions seeking to understand things better simply because she could. So, with that in the forefront of her mind, the smaller woman stands a safe distance away and looks on with and an interested and friendly gaze.


"Haydée Kedieo"

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Jynn trotted down the beach, suddenly jumping as a spray of water shot up from the sand. She scrambled back, large ears flicking forward as she gazed down. Yup, she was willing to bet there were clams here. Lifting a paw she slapped it down on the ground. Immediately a few more streams of water spit up out of the sand. Jynn giggled. Score!

Jynn started to dig, tossing sand every which way, pausing only when a voice called out to her. "Hello! I'm digging up some clams for breakfast. You're welcome to join me if you want. The name's Jynn."

As the long-legged woman digs at the sand, Haydée watches with wide-eyed curiosity. The reply that is given has her canting her head in silent question but, as the woman offers her name, the smaller russet wolf cannot help but smile warmly. Tail sweeps the air behind her as she says, “I’m Haydée and, please forgive my ignorance Jynn but I am not entirely sure how to find these clams. However, if you are willing to show me how to do it, I would love to join you!”

Truthfully, Hay wasn’t much of a hunter and she kind of takes for granted all the food that the pack provides. Still, that fact doesn’t dampen her enthusiasm and she moves closer to Jynn, to watch how she goes about digging up these elusive clams.


"Haydée Kedieo"

Come down, come down sweet reverence

The strange wolf introduced herself as Haydée and explained that she'd never hunted for clams before. "Oh, it's not too hard! When the tide goes out I just go walking along the beach and when I feel a jet of water squirt out at me I know there's a clam somewhere beneath the sand." She gestured to the little holes left from the water jets that had shot out at her earlier. "Then I just dig." Jynn proceeded to demonstrate, sending sand scattering every which way until her head darted down pulling up a little clam. She set it aside and spit out the sand. "Honestly the hardest part is eating them." She chuckled and began to crunch on the clam, using her claws and teeth to pry the shell apart so she could get at the soft insides.