Wheeling Gull Isle bermuda, bahama; come on, pretty mama

Tagging you because I have not posted in like fifty years. ♥

Coelacanth’s Neptune eyes gleamed greedily at the flickers of slick, silver-sided silhouettes that glinted and flashed at the heavy splash of @Stockholm’s paws. Quick as a bad idea, she plunged her head below surface and snapped her jaws hard against the press of the water that stung her eyes. With a slippery, surprisingly twist of muscle between her teeth, she flung back her head and reared partially on her hind paws, twisting her muzzle and releasing in one fluid motion as she tossed a fish over her shoulder. Before the school had time to settle, she bounced forward, throwing her weight back on her tucked hindquarters, and used one curved forelimb to bat another to the shore. The two fish, large ones to her great pride and dumb dog happiness, flopped desperately on the sandy embankment.

She fixed Stockholm with a saucy smile, a little spark of mischief dappling her cerulean gaze, and barked at him with sassy smugness. I are best fisher! clearly bespoke the strut of her high arched tail; she tossed her head like a spirited filly and trotted toward him with a Kennedy-like spring in her step. Then she sidled on past him as if she had somewhere very important to be, making sure her wet tail smacked him somewhere around the chops.