Coconut Grove little talks

Her youthful spirit delighted in their game. She’d known little strife thus far and as a result, her sunny, optimistic disposition thrived. October woofed her amusement as the other female partook in play. Tail waving like a jovial banner, she bounded after the coconut once the pale woman sent it rolling in another direction. She snapped at it, hoping to gain purchase on the object with her teeth, but the rounded exterior proved difficult to grasp.
 
Still, the motion sent the hairy fruit rolling off in the direction of the ocean. The waves lapped at it as it rested upon the shore, but October hesitated. Snowy audits smoothed back against her skull as she regarded the sea uncertainly. She’d never swam in the ocean before, and trepidation gripped her then. In the distance, the late-summer tempest rumbled.