steppin on the beach

An easy-going, spotted female approached from the other side of the border. Siobhan's ears flickered companionably forward in response to her posture. "I seem to have gotten turned around - and the tide is coming in fast," she admitted, peering out towards the grey, frothing sea. "I don't suppose you could direct me somewhere, ah, warmer?" Sio asked. Her paws shifted back and forth on the wet, spongy sand. Honestly, this place kind of creeped her out. What was the point in claiming a shoreline when half the of the day, the tide gobbled up your territory? Maybe the benefits outweighed the risks, but she wasn't so sure. Low tide always had an unpleasant, fishy smell to her, and scales were a pain to eat around. Who wanted a wormy squirmy fish when a warm rabbit was much nicer? "Oh - I'm Siobhan! Just looking around," she added, trying to sound amenable.