A Little Farther than you Think

Ignita was quite oblivious to any approaching sounds. Her bedraggled appearance was fully salt-frayed, her white and golden fur was matted in some places, and her ears were somewhat waterlogged from the earlier storm.

She let out an involuntary Squeak! as soon as she heard the other speak and froze in place. She didn't recognize that voice and she didn't dare let go of her "Floatsie" for fear all her hard won effort of dragging it up the beach be lost.

She started to frantically tug it now as if she believed if she could move it faster to the high ground she could then run away from this stranger and not make a fool of herself! Alas, the child was prone to foolishness still as she frantically pulled and grunted with effort. Inventions above pride in all things.