Bury me in black sands

Zeejay wiggled her toes in the dark, cold sand as she flopped down onto the beach with a melodramatic sigh. It wasn't fair - she was a yearling and her mom was still so protective of her that she might as well still be a pup. It wasn't her fault she was tiny and she'd been a sickly pup! She was fine now, wasn't she? She was ready to face the world and learn new things and actually do something with her life, instead of being cooped up in her mom's den because Aris was afraid she'd go the same way as the grandmother she apparently resembled. She'd probably be scolded just for coming out to the beach! Zeejay scooped up some sand in her hand-like forepaws and let it trickle down, glaring grouchily before grabbing up a piece of driftwood to chomp on. Stupid driftwood. Stupid beach. Stupid life.