Coconut Grove Wash him deep where the tides are turning

Her heart thundered in her chest as she waited— one breath, then two— for the unfamiliar silhouettes to set their eyes upon her and begin their chase, white teeth flashing against dark fur. But they remained ambivalent, at least for now, caught up in each other. Owl felt the sudden sense that she was intruding on a private moment, and should she linger it would result in aggressive and unwanted attention.

She began to move westward, toward sprawling sands, still unsure of what she searched for. Her gait was slow and posture as unthreatening as she could make it without flipping to her belly, and she occasionally swept the corner of her gaze over the pair to gauge any sudden motions toward her.