From Jellybean to Wolf

While she sat on the beach considering why seaweed would even exist if it didn't have any helpful properties—or any plant for that matter—the girl lost herself in the warm summer day at the shore. The lapping of the waves and the cries of the gulls overhead blocked out most of the sound her tiny developing ears could pick up. She gazed up at the white birds as they seemed to hover in midair, then cast her gaze down at the horizon line again. The sea shimmered in the bright summer sunshine like it were made of crystals.

A strong gust of ocean air whipped past her face, ruffling her puppy fur and her floppy ears while bringing a smile to her face. All she could smell was the salt air and she didn't hear the gentle crunch of sand from the giant wolf creeping up behind her, the little girl starting to paw idly at the sand and build it into small piles and forming little trenches out of boredom, quietly wishing she had someone to play with that wasn't Arcturus.

"Satira Fatalis"