04-26-2012, 10:12 PM
Crisp sea air blew through her blonde hair and stung her eyes, and blinking rapidly the coywolf rubbed at her mis-matched orbs gently, trying to get rid of the brief irritation. She did not notice the brown wolf lingering behind her, watching her. If she did she might have been uncomfortable, but for the moment she slowly swung herself lower in between two rocks, disappearing momentarily from the sights of the other from her vantage point. Her feet made deep imprints in the wet sand, and she knelt down and examined the rocks carefully. They were sopping wet from the retreating tide, and were host to a few different colors of starfish and shells.
Readjusting her shoulder bag, she pried at one of the starfish, a bright fushia colored creature. It took some tugging and pulling, but she finally got the damn thing off and she snorted in triumph, strangely pleased with such a simple defeat over an equally simple minded animal. Her tail wagged in secret behind her, and with the bright starfish in one hand she scooped up a couple of big shells and stuffed them greedily into her leather shoulder bag. The starfish wouldn't be able to put in her bag until it was completely dried out or it would rot and ruin the other things she kept in there. Standing up, she carefully moved with one hand as support up the side of one rock and into the sun again, now catching sight of another form.
The yearling wondered how long she had be standing there, but wasn't overly concerned so she shrugged it off and waved the chocolate coated woman with a toothy grin adorning her face. Now that she had some time to recover from the attacks slowly she was becoming more like her old self, though she had aged in a certain way.
Readjusting her shoulder bag, she pried at one of the starfish, a bright fushia colored creature. It took some tugging and pulling, but she finally got the damn thing off and she snorted in triumph, strangely pleased with such a simple defeat over an equally simple minded animal. Her tail wagged in secret behind her, and with the bright starfish in one hand she scooped up a couple of big shells and stuffed them greedily into her leather shoulder bag. The starfish wouldn't be able to put in her bag until it was completely dried out or it would rot and ruin the other things she kept in there. Standing up, she carefully moved with one hand as support up the side of one rock and into the sun again, now catching sight of another form.
The yearling wondered how long she had be standing there, but wasn't overly concerned so she shrugged it off and waved the chocolate coated woman with a toothy grin adorning her face. Now that she had some time to recover from the attacks slowly she was becoming more like her old self, though she had aged in a certain way.