Calling all the monsters

Sand the colour of death's cloak surrounded the woman's paws as she loped along the deserted beach. Mottled fur moving with the salt scented breeze as muscles warmed with the gentle pace. Forest green optics swivelled in their sockets as the femme surveyed her surroundings and her ivory throat worked as she slowed. Both sea and sand whispered their secrets into her ears, foolishly believing that she wouldn't expose their fickle nature.

Raspberry tongue sliding out to lick a maw that smiled a lot less than it snarled, daggers flashing for a moment before they were once again hidden. Bast the beast....hah, her litter mates hadn't been too far from the mark back in the day. She snorted in derision as she thought of her past, her weaker former self. She wondered what her mother would say if she saw her most treasured daughter behaving like she was now...would she have exploded in fury? No...she would have regarded Bast with an infamous stony glare of disdain.

A shame really, because Bast was a lot prettier than her mother had ever been. Bast's dam had been completely white you see...not a marking on her. Such a boring coat to have....it was like you were left with a blank canvas on purpose. Wouldn't that suck? But luckily Bast had been gifted with black, russet and a cream-white in her fur. So, not as boring as her mother....but three times as cunning. She was shaken from her thoughts as she took in a breath and found another's scent tickling her senses.
"What would bring another out here....onto death's sand?" She called out, sitting down with her back facing the water as it rushed in and then slid back out with a hushed hiss.