The waves licked greedily at her feet.
From her open palm, the wind gulped up the sand and whisked it away. Giggles poured out of the girl, happiness all but radiating from her. She stood in full Lupercai glory at the edge of the beach, her appendages and hair decorated with colorful ribbon. Viola had spent the better part of the day weaving and tieing most of her collection to herself, simply because she could and wanted to. Now, the ends of those ribbons danced in the breeze, the spring sun causing them to shine sporadically as they did so.
It was a lovely day to enjoy the world, particularly the beach. The young mutt had only been in the pack a few days and, with the exception of the pack leader and Viola's own sister, all she had met was stale scents. The other wolves of the pack had eluded her thus far, but that was partially due the the fact that she and Chara, her sister, had been spending most of their first days preparing their new living space.
Glancing back at the sandy hills, Viola smiled. In that direction, their cottage laid. It was a charming white and blue building with several windows and three rooms. It was really in wonderful shape - only half the roof had caved in, and porcelain tub only had a couple of fine cracks!
Her laughter, femininely musical like bell, tumbled out of her. It felt like she was bursting at the seams with joy. Leaning down, she scooped up another handful of sand to release into the hungry wind.
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