Creed had decided a trip to the beach was in order before he left. He was displeased with the fact Donostrea wasn't here. Before he'd left the prairie he'd looked around for any scents or clues that might have suggested where they had gone but the rain had washed away most of the scents. Anything that was left was stale and nothing he could go off of. It was disappointing for him considering Locha was sick back in Celestial's lands. What was he going to tell her? He'd told her that he would go to her family and tell them she was okay and that she'd be back when she was well enough to travel. Now there wasn't a trace in sight of any Dono wolves. How would she react to the loss of her family? The stress alone on top of being sick wouldn't be good for her. Before he left he was going to go to the beach to see if he could find anything else. It didn't take him too awfully long to cross over to the beach. His nose was to the ground as he tried to find something, anything, that would lead him to where Glacier and the others had went. After spending an hour doing his best to find anything fresh that he could follow he gave up. It was obvious that they'd lived here, but not anymore. A sigh fluttered past his lips as he dejectedly turned towards the beach and stopped at the shore. The waves licked at the beach and he took a seat not far from where they lapped at the sand. It was getting a bit too cold to go for a swim, but the beach was nice to look at while he sat and contemplated what exactly what he was going to do when he got home. Whatever he did he certainly didn't want to do it now. Walk, "Talk" Think

The beach was somewhat home for the time being to the white wolf and her brother. But it was not the easiest place to find food, or at least not what she was used too. But as always an opportunist she searched the beach for other uses when it came to healing. Washed up seaweed was good for binding wounds for example. And so, though she was supposed to be looking for food she ended up investigating the beach for other uses than hiding food sources. Honestly she wasn't sure what she would do if she didn't have Laoch always there for her. She'd probably starve herself looking at plants and learning, forgetting to hunt if it wasn't for him. She paused mid trot to shake her head at herself. Was this why Imena looked so worried at her sometimes? Fearing her daughter might not make it far in life should she be without her brother? Arda was gone, he, or she rather, had left the family a long time ago. Shikoba did not harbor any ill feelings towards her sibling for leaving. She understood Arda was not herself, or felt she couldn't be staying with the family. Arda had to find herself in the world. Shikoba on the other hand, knew exactly where she stood in life, till her mother died. Shikoba felt right at home with her parents, learning their skills as healers. It was her calling ever since she was a pup. If she really thought about it, it probably started the day she found those mint leaves. A smile graced her lips for a moment before she continued down the beach.
Her mind wondered back to the plant life of the beach, one ears slightly turned back in deep thought. She looked down at the sand as she moved onwards, not paying any attention to what was around her. She had never needed to learn to be aware of dangers around her, at least not from her own kind. She had lived thus far a sheltered life. Naïve she was when it came to others with ill intention, but wise she was when it came to healing. Put under pressure she did not stress but calmly addressed the situation. In a way she seemed to take on life in a slow and easy pace. She was not a wolf who acted first but thought out everything before making a move.
Her small form would bring her near another who sat watching the waves, but her eyes would not notice him as she stopped to sniff a debris of plant life washed up on the shore. Her icy blue eyes, much like Erani's besides the golden flecks, narrowed in confusion at the plant. It was something she had never seen before. Surely it much have come from deep in the ocean. It was leafy and browning, probably once had been green. Her nose twitched at its scent, tail flicking. This was what her concentration and slightly frustrated posture looked like. She huffed at in before flopping her frame down on the sand with the unkown plant, kelp, infront of her.

Creed sat silently for a while longer as the waves continuously ate away at the shore. It was peaceful and it helped calm his head as he listened to it as his eyes eventually came to a close. He was still aware of his surroundings and was by no means sleeping, but it was nice to relax for a bit. It wasn't until the shuffling of paws on sand caught his attention that he'd open them. Green eyes flicked around for a moment before he turned his head to gaze upon a stranger some ways off. Her white form was easy to spot against the tan backdrop and watched her curiously for a few minutes as she seemed to be searching for something. She finally stopped at something, paying him no mind, as she stared at a piece of something that came from the sea. His head cocked to the side as he watched her concentrate and she seemed almost irritated at the thing as her tail flicked. Curiosity got the better of him and he rose from where he sat and approached her slowly. He still gave her some distance, but he stared at the thing momentarily before looking towards the woman again. "What are ye lookin' at?" He asked curiously. It looked like kelp, but surely she knew what kelp was so he couldn't help but assume there was something else about it that she was staring at. Whatever it was he felt like he was missing it because he couldn't see anything else but the plant. Walk, "Talk" Think