Don't sink in the sand!

Amidst the thunder rang the voice of a bothered child, less her ears deceive her and the chord was truly that of the raging winds. As rain pelted down, she quickened her pace succumbing to the useless state of a muzzle without its sense of smell. Her flesh drenched and useless, she had but her sight to guide her; and to its sense an unfortunate sight... Her refuge in occupation but not one but two.

The voice of the youth was enough to detour her and without hesitation she tread onward toward far distant refuge. Her steps were slowed by the grasp of muck, it her will carried her onward as it had many a time before. A cold would be her consequence for proceeding through turbulent conditions when shelter had only been spied. But rather she endure a sniffle and a chill than unfavorable company. By the melody of the older dame and disposition of the bitter youth, their presence was not what she wished to endure.

Flicking her ears back to rid them vainly of the rain, she continued on her solitary excursion.