This Damn Sand.

"Having some trouble?" The large grey male would call out to the girl, amethyst topaz watching upon her progress in her rather. . . Sticky situation. "Oh, yes, this sand. This damn sand entangles itself with my ivory coat, getting itself stuck in the most annoying places. Between my toes, under my pads, in my fur." She would say with an annoyed growl, her tone not it's usual self. No, today it seemed to be more high pitched from the worry and trouble the sand was causing her.

"How can another wolf even step on these lands and enjoy the scenery with this damn sand?" She would say with a sigh, caramel dipped tail flicking a bit in the water. Oh gosh. Well, now it was caramel and sea salt dipped. Maybe I just shouldn't move, she thought to herself as she turned her head and neck rather awkwardly to face the male, attempting not to move.