Lost property

Quinn was visiting Newport, they were accustomed to the area as they had been here plenty of times. He loved the salty smell of the ocean and the boats that line the docks. The stripey kia walked on the wooden docks, paw steps gently creaking on the boards. He noticed Kenwood, the dockmaster, and hundreds of crates near the warehouse. He knew Kenwood needed help sorting out this many crates, he didn't want to disturb his work. He quietly grabbed a crate closest to him and pried it open with his paws. It took great strength to open it. The medium sized crate was filled with pet baits, lampyre, dregonian, vullaby. You name it and it's there. He knew this belonged to G'ma. 

On his way off the docks, he found a bird whistle and played it. A corakeet melody played and Quinn couldn't help but tap his foot to the beat. 

He was on his way to Pandrea, lucky cause that's where he lives. He was on his way back anyway, he ventured onwards where he noticed a lampyre bait bag, sitting on the side of the road. Who left it here? He waited a while and when no one claimed it, decided to use it. Afterall, he wouldn't mind company on his adventures. 

He eventually arrived at Pandrea and delivered G'ma her crate.