Stavanger Bay i should not smite with vengeance

thank you!

erzulie's cinnamon ears tipped backward at the crunch of paws in the sand, accompanied by a friendly enough sound; her muzzle swung toward the packmate with an affable light in her mintglow gaze. small and smoulder-eyed, cloaked in scarlet-limned nightfall, the girl was a vision. "hello," the harlot greeted with a small curve of her lips.
in the interim, the crab saw a chance to escape, and scuttled faster, but the swab swept down upon it, battling it catlike with one small spice-hued paw, this time in the direction of the newcomer. a chuckle escaped the woman; she wondered what the other would make of her antics.