Without you without them

Ursa enthusiastically looks up at Tethys and then back down as she nudges the shell around. Her tail is dragging along the sand, slowly getting clumpier over time, but she doesn't notice. Or doesn't care. Though mama will have to spend time bathing and brushing out her fur later and probably chastise her for it. That will all come in time though. For right now, Ursa is ecstatic that someone is finding her task cool! Grinning practically from ear to ear, she has to stop herself from letting her tongue fall out the side as she tries to stay relatively still.

"They don't break as easy as clay or mud! I've tried, it sucks and I'd rather find seashells!" Ursa tells Tethys as she happily flips over and moves the shells around so Tethys can get a good look at them. The pup had no problem sharing or showing off her things. In her mind, the more the merrier made more fun! As she plays with the shells herself, content to scoot them back and forth across the sand, her attention lifts back to Tethys at the sound of embarrassment in her voice. An ear falls back as her head tilts gently to the side. Then her chin turns so she too can watch as the sun drifts below the horizon.

Scenery was not something Ursa often paid attention to. Usually, she was searching for things. Whether it be useful for healing or the scent trail of an animal, she didn't stop to smell the flowers to put it simply. Yet, now, as she sat there beside Tethys, her eyes widened slightly. The water was calm and dark, a perfect mirrored reflection of the sunset. Rays of every color imaginable spread across the sky until the stars began to sprinkle around the edges. Ursa's mouth opened slightly as she became momentarily lost for words.

"You're right," Ursa whispered after a few moments of admirable silence. "It's beautiful," her voice is still hushed as she turns to look back at Tethys. "Like your coat! You have a ton of pretty colors on yours!" She exclaimed happily, her tail going into full sweeping wags through the sand once more.