White Lightning

Pestilence huffed a heavy frustrated sigh at the pup's unwavering positivity, grumbling under her breath. "Look." She pointed her paw towards the deeper water. Her voice was incredibly flat and defeated. "A stick. Fetch." She rolled back on her haunches to watch the dog, deciding she was obviously not intelligent enough to harass and could only be good for mild entertainment.

Just in case the pup had other ideas and decided not to obey her command, Pestilence added an afterthought. "That's what the best dogs do, they fetch." She spoke as if the information was common-knowledge, and then flopped down hard upon the sand with her head on her paws. Maybe if she was lucky the current would wash the half-breed away forever.