Coconut Grove Your anger is frightening the sand

Hours passed, the surf inching up the sand before retreating again as the tides turned. Peregrine remained oblivious to it all. Sand and salt crusted his black fur and hungry birds circled in the sky. He did look like nothing more than a pile of carrion. Had any roaming predators wandered past, they probably wouldn't have differentiated much and scavenged his sorry (non) carcass all the same. Fortunately, no one came to devour him where he took a long sand nap on the beach.

But a benign disturbance eventually arrived in the form of a young white-wolf. He wasn't to know that it was his best friend's daughter, a wolf he actually knew by name. He didn't know much at all about anything until she splashed cold, salty water in his face. Peregrine spluttered as he jerked upright, blinking owlishly before wincing at the sharp, terrible pain in his skull.

"Uuuhhhnng," he slurred stupidly.