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There! Something darted beneath the waves, a shadow, away from her intruding footfalls. She moved in a rare bout of playfulness, muzzle darting beneath the waves once, twice, but feeling to catch anything between her fangs. She stepped deeper into the water; up to her hocks, before the ocean's chill chased her back up the shore. She'd taken but a step back up the sands before the figure of the boy caught her attention, notes of her song fading into the brine-tinted air. She paused in her wanderings, muzzle canting as she regarded the boy and his own curious optics, the late morning light highlighting them against the pale face. One a sanguine gem, the other a ghostly diamond. 

Motionless, curious, her playfulness fled in the face of the stranger, gaze tracing over him once before came her "hello," He was young, spindly, almost. Taller than her, surely, and yet streamlined, not the kinds of hulking beasts she'd come across. Her tail moved at her hocks in appeasement, an ambiguous smile curving her lips.