White Lightning

Moon was quite focused on her task of catching waves, she didn’t notice the wolf standing on the shore. She certainly didn’t hear her stamp her foot and only barely managed to catch a glimpse as the ‘hey’ was offered. The young Klein didn’t lose her grin, this she wolf looked a lot like aunt Deathbelle, but definitely was not her. She made a point not to move from the water.

”You can’t tell me what to do. You aren’t my mom.” She giggled, excitedly making a pirouette as the energy built back up and forced its release. No one had shown their teeth to her, so Pesto’s silent threat went unnoticed to the happy go lucky wolf dog. ”What’s a livestock?” She called out curiously before racing a couple meters to the left, chasing a particularly tasty wave. ”Da said the ocean is only good for snacks and fun.” Her first experience drinking the salty brine had been unpleasant.