Harlequin wasn't one to let the dust settle, and she had come to the conclusion very quickly that sitting alone on an abandoned beach wouldn't ease the wrenching hunger in her gut. Her smooth, pink tongue lolled to the left as she walked toward her unknown destination. After a while she grew impatient and picked up an easy trot. The motion was confusing at first, but she got the hang of it rather quickly. In fact, the corners of her lips curled into a proud smile, and if it weren't for the hunger pains and pulsing headache she might have even loped a little. She enjoyed such folly, at least, the thought of it now pleased her. Seriously though, what was in the punch? Whilst she was taking another stab at that impenetrable black mass, a new scent on the air halted her. Instinctively her snout wrinkled, and the fur on her back stood rigid. Unsure as to why, she croaked, "Mr. J?" It was some strange reflex, but she had only done what felt right.