The shoreline was a complete change of environment. Not too long ago Yuki had been wandering through a meadow where she had met the kind wolf named Ayita. The wolf had given her her first taste of fish. It only occurred now to her that the wolf had given up their meal to a complete stranger. The scent of the ocean was already engraved in her nostrils. The fresh smell of salt and the marvelous animals that dwelled in the sea filled her with sheer joy, the fragrance was almost intoxicating. She dreaded the moments when she had to exhale, knowing that for a moment the beautiful aroma would leave her nose.
As she moved along the curvy shore she skimmed the area. She spotted some smoothed down rocks that were within the sea. Her paws guided her closer, entering the water they quickly became numb. It seemed so calm and gentle, yet she knew it was one of the most restless things in the world. Ripples of waves washed over her paws, then swelling into foam, they retreated back to the ocean. It was a simple, repetitive movement, yet it seemed necessary, it was as if it was the sea saying "Hey! I'm alive and breathing!" Yes, it was clear to her at that moment that waves were the breathes of the ocean.
Yuki was moving further into the ocean. In no time she was up to her femur bone with water. She lowered herself down into the water, cleansing her fur of dirt particles. When she returned to land she took a gander at her reflection. Her fur was smoothed back in a odd manner, as well as her ears. Her ribs were clearly visible through her thick coat. As she shook out her fur she began with her head, a twisted movement moved down her body as she ridded of the wetness. Her fur puffed out in a very informal manner; like she had just rubbed up against a giant balloon. A gust of win raked through her fur and returned it too its slick, silky, manner.
The newly cleansed wolfdog began a slow canter down the waterfront. Farther up ahead, she could make out the shape of a small canis; probably a coyote. As she neared the creature she could here cries for help, though they seemed to be spoken in a different language. She sped up her pace and reached the level of running. Her paws pounded the sand hard as she pressed forward, kicking up soil behind her. Soon she could see the problem, the coyote's foot was caught in a piece of...wood? "How in the bloody hell would you do that.." She wondered. When she became within touching distance of the small canine she could immediately smell the bittersweet scent of her blood. Hey. Usted allí, coyote. ¿Usted habla inglés?{Hey. You there, coyote. Do you speak the English?}" The words rolled off her tongue in a slow, choppy manner. She did not know much Spanish, but along her travels she had picked up a few things. Yuki stepped back and looked over the rotten piece of drift wood, if she could hit it just the right way, she might be able to get her free. She placed both of her paws on the side of the wood closest to her and pushed with all the weight in her body. The wood had cracked, but not completely. She gripped that same piece of wood with her sharp teeth, sinking them into the rotten wood. She tugged on the wood until a loud "CRACK" could be heard. The rotten wood fell apart at their feet, leaving the termites that had lived inside to scatter everywhere. "I can't believe I just bit that!" Yuki thought with much disgust.
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ooc: Sorry for the sucky post, firefox restarted when I was in the middle of posting. :c
Table credits to: Orin