The Old Word

The small lady walking delicately, over the terrain. Bitterly the charred sand bite at her dark pads, she grumbled under her breath. As she sped up and the water rushed up the beach, she would only dodge the waves that got to close. She lowered herself as she sniffed the ground, she sprung up and flicked her ears as she heard a noise. Though she pasted it for the wind, after catching no scents. Yet she didn't notice she was upwind, so something coming from downwind wouldn't be noticed.

The ocean roared and attacked the beach, the waves shattering onto the sand. Well wasn't this great... The ocean was starting to calm, but would it stay calm. Would it need to devour something? At the thought of losing her basket, to the enraged sea, she tightened her grip on the handle of her basket. She leaped over a rotten log, which someone could only guess it had been in the ocean for a good amount of time.

She thought about how the waves, made a soft melody as the crashed and roared. And how the sand sunk under her paws. But why was the sand black? Who would ever know? Se looked around, with a sigh, was there anything interesting around here? Or was everything so lifeless, maybe if she found someone she could teach them something, maybe hunt for herbs? Just something...

"Talk" & 'Think'