Cerulean Cape Take off your top and let the sun hit your body

She waited a few days before setting out on another day trip. On this tropical July day, she stuck close to the coast, wandering southwest along the jagged shoreline. The sun beat against her back but the sea breeze ruffled her fur, keeping her from overheating. She occasionally dipped her toes in the surf too, though kept well back from the shore when she reached a sandy headland and saw small black fins cruising back and forth.

When she licked her lips, she tasted salt. Wildfire slowed to a stop then spun on her heel to face into the wind, closing her eyes as it caressed her face. The sun was directly overhead now, licking the tips of her ears and the blades of her shoulders like fire. Off in the distance behind her, a sparkling river glistened with the promise of fresh, cool waters. But she wasn't looking that way; her chestnut eyes roved over the choppy waves, head tilting when she saw a spout of mist erupt a few hundred yards offshore.