Ankyra Sound underneath the palm trees you can leave your worries

Arlo snorts when she sasses him back and he watches, unable to tear his eyes away, as she tries to sort herself once more. She’d originally had it together before he took off for the dunes and left her eating his sand but after a few moments, she’s able to gather herself and retreat back to the ocean. Just like before, he watches while she lets the sand release from her fur and come back on the hardened ground, hesitating before she goes any further. He opens his mouth to speak but she seems like she knows what she’s doing now.

She doesn’t come any closer, however, but she doesn’t abandon him entirely. Surely she would have gone about her business or made him leave, neither of which happened, and his ears cup on his head. Adorably, he tilts his head with a shrug.

“Sand Boy?” he scoffs, trotting down the rest of the dune until he’s close enough. Sand moves easily beneath him and he kicks it up as he goes. “Sand Man makes more sense, now, doesn’t it?”