Sequoia Coast the saltwater in the air

He blinks in acknowledgement of her presence, resigning himself to mere observance as she trotted towards the sea. There is no yearning in his fangs to cut at her throat and feast upon her, but a yearning of his body to be close to another, a yearning of his soul to experience another's presence. And so, despite the sun and heat, he rises and approaches. He is quiet, moving slowly and gently with each step, the sands muffling his footprints. His head raises to look over her shoulder as he grows closer, observing the small sea thing that she was playing with, saying nothing.