Ankyra Sound underneath the palm trees you can leave your worries

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Once her eyes had found the boy, she discovered he had put some distance between the two of them, perhaps intent on leaving until her voice caught his attention, causing him to halt and look back. She flinched awkwardly at this, feeling heat suddenly rise beneath her fur upon realizing their business was done here, that she was unnecessarily prolonging the interaction. She'd been upset before, when he'd seemingly just walked off in the middle of a conversation, but that wasn't the case this time. Even she could see that there was nothing else to be said or done here. Her fur was dry and sand free, he probably didn't want to stick around after her biting comments, and for all she knew, he might have somewhere else he needed to be. It was time to depart.

She still stood there, staring him down with a blank expression as the awkward silence stretched, filled only with the sound of waves crashing upon the more distant shore. Nope. Nothing more to ask or say it seemed. Alright then. She cleared her throat and lifted her head haughtily, faking an air of righteousness she didn't feel. "Well, it seems your advice wasn't useless, so..." Incapable of saying "thank you", it seemed that was as close as she'd get. "I'll be taking my leave now." The agouti youth wasted no time in spinning on her heels and trotting off, her gait returning to a somewhat graceful lope now that she was away from the wretched sand. Speaking of...

"Goodbye, Sand Boy," she called over her shoulder with a smirk, feeling it was imperative to get that last jeer in before disappearing. 
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