Unsettled Sands

Ollie rolled over the gritty black sand as the sun sank over the horizon. Listening to the waves crash on the beach was soothing and electrifying. He wanted to toss himself in but at the same time, he wanted to bury himself in the black sands. He felt giddy and heavy, he had pent-up energy he needed to expel, and now.

He grabbed his now sandy jerky from where he left it and tore into it as best he could while watching the sunset. The blaze of light reflected on his pale fur. He rolled over again and spotted a familiar figure.

"Zion!" He called out, his pale cream tail wagging at the sight. He swallowed his last bite and called out to her again, "Zion! Come wrestle!"