angel in disguise

The chubby puppy made her way down to the shore. Ursa was on the hunt for seashells. Big ones! But they had to be whole and preferably round. Why? Well because she needed bowls! And mama had said they could also be crushed and used for healing. Which interested her in a way. How could seashells be used for that!

Once her paws hit the sand, she stuck her nose to the ground so she could get a better look. Snuffling and practically inhaling the sand, Ursa made her way down the shore. Skirting the lapping water, she would occasionally stop to pick a shell up and place it into the bag her mama had let her borrow. Full distracted by her adventure, she didn’t notice the man standing there.

Suddenly, she runs into him. Thump! Her face scrunches up as she tumbles backward onto her butt. Covered in sand and a frown trembling on her lips, she looks up at him. “I-I’m sorry,” Ursa mumbles before standing up to shake off and continue to tilt her chin up at him. “I haven’t met you yet. I’m Ursa. Who’re you?” Her sweet, tinkling faerie-like voice tries to be loud enough for him to hear.