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Support Your Local Sheriff - Nate - 6/15/2026
Maybe Fionnuala ? 👀 Can be forward dated if needed!
Nate walked the beach looking for anything useful carried in by the tide. It seemed relics from the old life washed up now and then in addition to wolves. While he idly found amusement in the idea of uncovering buried treasure or the wreck of a ship, his main focus was more practical. Food — crabs or mollusks in the tide pools, eggs under sand. He kept an eye out too for tools or trade goods that might benefit the traders and crafters among Walosi: sturdy bones, shiny shells, kelp for cordage.
He'd been moderately successful. A thick strand of seaweed roped over his shoulders like the collar of a carriage horse. In a rough skin roll he carried a modest collection of oysters and an octopus (with the welt of a suction cup on his nose for the trouble), and the jawbone of a seal.
It was plenty to return to the rest with, but he found himself drawn to wavegazing. Nate sat in the sand close enough for waves to lap his toes now and then, watching the gulls wheel and dive in deep water after some distant shoal.
RE: Support Your Local Sheriff - Fionnuala - 6/17/2026
With a growing sense of adventure, Fionnuala had found herself further from her usual haunts of Sparrow's Overpass. Her travels through the thick forests were guided by distant scents of saltwater and sand - the forests turning into marshlands, coves, and beaches. The air was thicker with salt here, the birds in the air now filled with seagulls rather than songbirds.
Her pale coat would glisten in the noon sun, her gaze examining the beach with glee and excitement. Along the shoreline were sand pipers, averting the coming waves before hastily running out to pick at the wet sand for their dinner. The warm sand dug into her paw pads as she would trot along the beach, tail high behind her in a delightful wag. She had never been to a place like this before, and everything was new and thrilling - a stark difference to the wooded forests she usually found herself in.
Pale pink nose would crinkle at the scent of another wolf, her head quick to quirk around her in search for the origin of the scent - further along the sands she would trek, pausing as she would begin to make out a figure in the distance.
It was definitely was a canid she could make out - their coat a mixture of deep steel blues and grey, around his shoulders laid a thick bundle of seaweed carrying a collection from the beaches and sea; a variety of sea life, shells, and the like.
Hesitantly moving forward, Fionnuala would call out to the wolf.
"Hello there!"
RE: Support Your Local Sheriff - Nate - 6/20/2026
Nate turned at the sound, sand spraying as he stood into curious alert. She had a face he knew he didn't recognize, with eyes such a wolfish yellowgold that he wondered for a moment if she was a spirit of the waya instead of mere flesh and blood.
Hello!He blinked, lifting his tail to wag at her in friendly invitation.
Beautiful day, isn't it, Miss?He hoped this was a miss. Approaching, careful not to dislodge his gathered bounty, he meant to get out of shouting distance.
I'm Nate Ronan, I don't think we've met?
RE: Support Your Local Sheriff - Fionnuala - 7/5/2026
A sigh of relief would leave her, he was friendly! Good.
"It is indeed." She would smile at his introduction, taking keen note of his name, "I am Fionnuala. We haven't - I think I would've remembered someone as striking as you!" She would remark with wonder, her gaze studying his form with an eager and excited wonder now that the distance between them finally closed.
He wore a variety of feathers, one of which glowed like nothing she had ever seen before - his athletic frame decorated by battle scars and a striking forehead diamond. Definitely a uniqueness to him that she hadn't experienced.
"I live .. close. In the forests. I heard strange birds when traveling this way and discovered this beach. It is quite beautiful." Fionnuala would sheepishly explain, the very gulls she spoke of filling the air with their calls. "May I ask what you are doing?" She would inquire, curiously tilting her head to peer at his net, eyes sparkling with wonder and intrigue.
Everything within these lands was so strange, completely different than what she was used to. Her life before seemed so simple and narrow - to be a pack member with an order she did not believe in or valued her, to follow someone else's orders without a say, to be a pawn. Here despite the natural struggle of survival alone, it has been liberating and freeing to find one's own path in life - to experience the wonders this life had to offer.