Sea Lion Shores Plastic Beach

Sage, too, had returned to the homely place of Teekon. Her reason for living was unknown, and she hoped to keep it that way. Now, fully grown, planned to travel across the wilds, starting at the coast she never had the chance to see. A bitter wind blew up against her charcoal pelt, though the winter was never much of a bother to her. The sand between her paws felt cleansing in a way, an unfamiliar sensation. She wondered if it felt as strange in the summer or spring. 

The shadow continued listening the waves, birds, and wind was soothing, though she preferred the dense, dark forest much better. It felt homier. The beach was out in the open, no place to hide and it was difficult to be quiet in it's terrain. But the sights were worth it, in a way.