Stavanger Bay let me redefine god into something i can become

Soon, there is more sand. Sand that battles against her own and clash in thrown waves, colliding to make a flurry the peppers her coat with imperfections. None of it bothers her too much aside from an occasional irritated flick of her ear but, for the most part, she's content in the silent battle.

Eventually the kicking dulls and she slows to a stop, halting all flying debris and any motion forward. Her head tilts one way, pointing toward the taller wolf, and smiles a toothy grin. A few of her incisors are missing and one adult one has grown in, leaving her a little quirky from those that peer too close.