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

@Coelacanth first and then all are welcome after that!

It was a quiet breath of air that came and tousled the wisps of fur along the wolfdog’s ears and chest. It carried the sweet tang of saline and an aroma of new greenery. Strands of gold and pearly sand clung to his long legs, dabbling him in an odd array of new colors… but this truly wasn’t an anomalous occurrence. The fiery-eyed willow knew the touch of sand like that of an old nostalgic companion. Though his feet had never graced the soft earth of the Sequoia coastline, he did not feel foreign there. Already he could be found scouting the ground with his dark nose scuttling along the surface of the granules, spattering his nose until it appeared fawn in coloration. The driving enthusiasm of something unexplored was impossible and exhilarating. They were not in Kansas anymore.
 
The graceful strides of the mongrel were slowed until his legs drew to a stop. The coast seemed to expand on for quite a distance. The fire of his eyes followed the line of sand as it stretched out ahead of him. Another gentle breeze came and passed through the hairs along his spine. Amoxtli pointed his muzzle towards the heavens and breathed heavily, drawing in the scents that were carried with the passing wind. His eyelids fluttered close for a breath of a moment. The water rolled against the shores like a quiet murmur. When his eyes were open again, the willow could not help but to gaze at the wonder that was the sea.
 
The sun had long since set and stars littered the sky like infinitesimal lanterns. The moon shone against the sands, casting a silver glow that almost illuminated the shoreline. It was halcyon; mesmerizing in a sense that Amoxtli could never have shared with the use of words. Another wisp shook the trees and with the quaking limbs came an eruption of feathers from overhead as a sea-faring bird took flight and disappeared without a trace. Tranquil as it was, the silence was looming. Tentatively, the wolfdog craned his head to face his rear. The glowing of his eyes sat against the dark of his mask like a soft ember. Tracing the steps he had taken along the edge of the water, he sought the inky feather of his sister’s ears and wondered faintly how far behind the blue-eyed girl had fallen.