thinking about mac and cheese for dinner

The sun had fallen, though light still hung on the edge of the horizon, refusing to fully die and give way to the blissful evenings that he loved. The smell of salt invaded his nose before he had even reached the sand, and, much to his surprise, this beach lacked the creams and browns that one was said to find. His first beach bore sands of black, and as Neptune took a step into it he realized that sand didn’t just look different, but how it moved and shifted under his hooves was different too. His hoof didn’t sink terribly far into it, but it was still an odd sensation all the same. Deep pools of silver lifted to the stretch of sand and, further along the beach he saw the motion of a predator on the move. This one was different, though. Neppy lifted a brow, curiosities keeping him from running away. Instead he walked in the direction of the wolf, not moving closer yet seeming to run parallel with it, gaze focused on the stranger in wonder. What in the name of the heavens were on its legs…?