The salt spray kissed your face as the small boat chugged towards the craggy, emerald islands dotting the horizon. Ash, practically vibrating with excitement beside you, pointed a furry finger towards the largest one. "There! That's Oyster Cove! My home!"

You squeezed her paw, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the surprisingly strong sun. Ash, with her sleek, chocolate-brown fur, bright eyes, and sassy city accent, was captivating enough in the bustling metropolis you both called home. But seeing her practically glow with joy, anticipation radiating from her like heat from a fire, was something else entirely.

As the boat neared the shore, the air filled with the screech of gulls and the briny smell of the sea. Ash practically leaped onto the beach as soon as the boat was close enough. "I'm home! I'm home!" she squealed, her city accent momentarily replaced by a childlike glee.

Then, her nose twitched. She sniffed the air, her eyes widening. "Fish!" she declared, and with that, she was off.

You watched, amused, as Ash dove into the turquoise water. This was why she brought you home. You were going to meet her family, but also, she wanted to show you her other big love in life - the sea, and its bounty.

At first, it was charming. Ash would surface, a wriggling silver fish clamped firmly in her jaws, give you a playful wink, and then disappear again. But soon, the charming turned into something…else. She was catching fish faster than you could say "sea otter." One after another, she devoured them whole, barely pausing for breath.

The local fishermen, initially welcoming, began to cast worried glances at Ash's increasingly frantic fishing. You saw the initial charm fade into disquiet, as she worked her way across the bay. She had a look of pure joy on her face, but it was becoming slightly unnerving.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of frantic feasting, Ash waddled out of the water, her normally lithe figure noticeably rounder. She lumbered towards a large, flat rock and with a satisfied "Oof!", plopped down on it.

She then looked up at you, a contented smile on her face, and began to stroke her swollen belly. Her eyes were half-closed, a picture of blissful gluttony. "Oh, (Y/N)," she sighed, her voice thick with satisfaction. "There's just nothing like fresh Oyster Cove fish. It's like coming home all over again."

You blinked. "Ash," you began tentatively, "are you…okay?"

She chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Never been better! Just a little...full." She patted her stomach again. "This is what I was made for! Born for, even!"

She was adorable, she was a glutton. But she was your glutton. You couldn't help but smile. Maybe this trip would be a little wilder than you anticipated, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.

The fishermen were still giving you the side eye, but now, you could only laugh, and decide what exactly you were going to tell Ash's parents when you finally met them.