The sea princess was not sure what to make of this land she had been placed in—it was far too dry for her liking, even with the damp weather. Her senses were being overloaded by the abundance of foliage and creatures; everywhere she turned, there was some foreign scent making an appearance. All the princess was focused on was finding her way out of here, and as quickly as possible. Surely her parents were concerned about her whereabouts… or were they wandering around these trees as well? How many members of the Bella Coola pack had also woken up in these strange lands with the same headache and black spot in their memory? Worry consumed her but she needed to press forward—perhaps there would be someone lurking nearby who could help her find a way out.
The ground was spongey and oozed between her toes as she treaded carefully through the marsh. Bi-coloured eyes searched frantically through the foliage; paranoia was fighting against worry to reign over her body as she moved quickly through the soggy field. She mumbled curse words under her breath as her cream-coloured paws slipped against the ground and mud caked her stomach. This was nothing like the beach she grew up on—she hated this place. Niq’x desperately wanted to taste the salty air on her tongue and chase the waves lapping at the shore. How could wolves live here?
The sea wolf had nothing against the trees—her pack had made its home in the Great Bear Rainforest and was familiar with the abundance of trees—she just preferred the availability of both the ocean and the river. One the eve of her first birthday she had chosen to pursue the role of fisher within the pack and felt most at home in the water. Hell, the nickname she had been given (and preferred to go by) translated to ‘river otter’, a reflection of her personality when it came to water. Her mother constantly joked with her, saying that she should’ve been born a fish or an orca. This place… there was hardly any water. Sure, she had woken up next to a lagoon, but it could not compete with the ocean or the mighty river her family lived off of.
With a disgruntled sigh she continued forward, her brows furrowed in frustration as she trudged through the mucky ground. She hated everything.