Dance on the Shimmering Sands [Amos]

The shimmering Future grinned at his response, giving her head a violent shake and sending water flying in all directions as she turned and waded back to shore. “Da said clams burrow into the sand when the tide goes out, and they’ll spit water out at you. Apparently they were alright to eat, but not entirely his preferred delicacy.”

Gradated blue eyes swept the sparkling sands for any likely candidates for a meal as she padded along, soaked paws leaving prints in her wake, and sodden tail gathering sand. She paused at a spot just at the edge of the wet sand and pointed with a paw. “Maybe one’s here? Or maybe it’s a crab. Da said they pinch, though.”

She flashed a grin at the male and bent her head to dig her claws into the sand, cleaving pawfuls up and sending them flying until she felt her claws scrape against something and paused. Head cocked, she leaned back and stared down into the hole she’d made. No clams to be found, or crabs. But… was that a tree trunk?

“What’s that, do you suppose?”

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