The taste of fog in the air

It was a light dusk, and Kitsune felt reckless. She pulled herself from the den and made her way out into the barely-lightened world. A mist had settled upon the world sometime in the night, and lingered like cobwebs across the bushes around the den.

The girl could barely see in front of her own nose, but she pushed through anyway, sneezing at the salty-tasting dampness in front of her muzzle. Via memory, she made her way down to the closest beach from the den. Settling down on the sand, she looked at the mist as it danced lightly above the water, and considered what she wanted to do and learn today.

"Speech"