Shimmering Sands the inner claims i hadn't breadth to shake

Ink-feathered tail brushing her hocks with languid contentment, Coelacanth lagged behind — she and Oxtli had no agenda, no scheduled itinerary, and the faraway rhythmic rush of ocean waves bubbling shorebound bade her pause.  Tipping her slender head back and pointing her muzzle skyward, the stars reflecting with eerie luminescence in her seablue eyes, Coelacanth filled her lungs as instinct commanded and “howled” her joy — a whisper no louder than the wind that carried Amoxtli’s familiar scent, comingled with an overwhelming tang of salt and the sparse promise of newly sprouting vegetation.
 
Dainty, catlike paws slipped fluidly into a trot as the atramentous sheepwolf hurried to catch up, siren eyes intently scanning the horizon, catching fire as she made eye contact with her patiently waiting brother.  Angling her slim hindquarters to approach the taller male with a graceful sidestep, Coelacanth “parallel parked” beside Amoxtli and buried her nose in the thick, wispy fur of his graceful neck.  He would have a field day here — already, the Tervuren had glutted upon the unfamiliar terrain to be mapped, the boundless treasures to be discovered, the new experiences to be had.  The Corten propensity for wandering had tangled itself deep in Amoxtli’s heart and although Seelie didn’t share it to quite the same extent, she was happy to be wherever he was.
 
Seelie tiptoed forth with cautious curiosity, tufted ears springing forward upon her slender skull at the first muted crunch of the salt crust beneath her paws.  She dipped her muzzle low to sniff at the strange new phenomenon, tilting her head this way and that — she could make neither heads nor tails of it.  Though beautiful, the glittering crystals of salt were gritty and unpleasant as they tangled stickily in the feathery fur between her toes; sand was somehow different and infinitely more welcome.  Still, she turned to Amoxtli with unfeigned eagerness, feathered tail flagging the air like a helicopter rotor as she whuffed a soft inquiry: where to?