Piranha in Floaties

She had huffed and puffed and complained the entire way here until she got bored of the effort to complain. Now they were here and it smelled... a lot like the polar sound in some way but a lot warmer, richer, and heavier with the scent of decayed fish and bird droppings. Crabs and tide pools and salt water invaded her nose. She hated getting wet, he knew that, she hated the icky crab smell and the seaweed and being told to do anything she didn't want to do.

A grimace was set into her maw as her father kept walking away from her. The sun on her back at least felt nice but the sandy shore was not nice. She liked the pebbly shores of home a lot better than the icky sandy stuff here. There were stinky crab shells all over the place and he kept walking into the water without her! She wrinkled her nose, the sand felt awful between her toe fur, and the sky was far too bright. A wave pushed itself to shore and it sent her scrambling backward trying to get away from the foam.

Her father called and she scowled at him. Nothing to fear her butt fluff!! The sea just about ate her right here!

"NO!" She called, stomping her foot when she got up, it splashed in the water as it receded back to the ocean. Oh! It was a bit chillier than the sand! She chased the seafoam out across the shore as it went back into the deep. Her chase carried her closer to her father, whom she was mad at for dragging her all the way out here.

She launched at his leg to grapple and use her needly puppy teeth to make it hurt! Show him to drag her out into the ocean and make her sandy and wet!