Shimmering Sands I have a very small mouth and only grabbed some of you

Mary, feel free to hop in anytime!

"They move around ye know," Wylla snarked under her breath as she traipsed after the rascally pirate. By now her ears were slung low on her neck and her face was fixed into a frumpy glower. The cold sand sucked at her paw pads and she itched to return to somewhere a little drier, having spent so long inland where the ground wasn't so fluid, but she knew this was sort of her birthright. Not this exact location, but coastal living. Keokuk Glade hadn't been so cold and dreary as this flat; it went on as far as the eye could see, but its rare salt sand was covered with snow nearly up to the water line.

Suddenly her escort picked up the pace and she lurched into a trot as anxiety squeezed at her heart. She hadn't seen Ingram in so long. What was she going to say? "Sorry I got abducted by aliens, why the hell didn't you come find me"? Nah, that was a bit too strong. Anyway it wasn't his fault that her sense of direction was horrific when she didn't have a trail to follow. And what about the other brother? She had no idea what to expect.

Brilliant tawny with sharp black accents wasn't what she was expecting for Lycaon, but then, she didn't know what to expect. She, Lusca and Ingram were all dark, so she'd half-expected her other brother to be the same. Her gait turned into a tumbling run that brought her close to Raptor's shoulder, but when she got close enough to notice some other features—like how that muzzle was a little too narrow and sharp for any man's, and that distinctly female scent—she came to a screeching halt and launched a betrayed squint in Raptor's direction before fixing it on Sandpiper as well.

"Who the fuck are you?"