Horizon Ridge all your letters in the sand

She'd poised herself atop one of the tumbled boulders to air out her wet fur in the chilly breeze when a brown-furred stranger began to holler in tongues from above. Her dark ears snatched back toward her damp nape as Wylla squinted up at him, silhouetted in all his burly glory against a half-clouded sky. She observed for a short time as her impromptu company slammed his foot into the ground, and then she curled back lips and whiskers coyly and craned her neck.

"Oi," she called brusquely, then jabbed her thin snout abruptly toward the ocean. "If you drink your weight in that, it's guaranteed to exorcise demons. You should try it." What explanation could she drudge up aside from possession for his unusual behaviour? All the signs pointed to it. Self-harm, unexplained yelling, in an incomprehensible (to her) language, nonetheless... yep. Definitely demons.

I just... had to.