The young girl remembered strolling along the shore in the early dawn when she was a pup. She recalled the game she would play with the water, pelting away from the incoming tide with shrieks and laughter. Her paws inched closer to the water, waiting for that cold feeling to immerse her feet. A mismatched gaze stared at the tide that had swallowed her paws. How odd, she didn't run from it or start kicking it, she just stood there. She found it almost pointless. Did she once find enjoyment in standing and waiting for the ocean to come to her? The water retreated, leaving alabaster paws stained with mud-like sand. She lifted a paw up, examining it with a glare. One thing was for certain, she would always hold annoyance towards any imperfection in her fur all because of an incident she barely remembered.
She kept her distance from the shore, trekking at a leisurely pace. Her paws sunk in the moist sand, indicating she was travelling a too slow of a pace. She bolted into a smooth run, narrowed eyes fixed on the infinite sand before her. Paws lightly brushed the ground like she was delicately flying. With every stride she took she wanted to race faster and swifter. Fur danced gracefully in the breeze as her worries slipped away effortlessly. She didn't even have to think. All she had to concentrate on was the pulsing excitement rushing inside of her and the soaring feeling of freedom.
