Stavanger Bay Gotta sad life, sad life; go to fuckin' hell

A lone howl carried through the bay as Sandpiper dragged a paw through the sand. Water seeped in the gouge, slowly trickling in and repairing the gash shr had inflicted onto the shore. Sandpiper lifted her muzzle with a frown on her features - a howl meant a stranger which in turn meant the possible presence of an intruder.

She picked up a quick trot, scaling the dunes in time to see her brother rapidly apprehend the newcomer. From her distance she heard nothing of the conversation but hoped whatever he said was unkind and unwelcoming. She remained on the sandy rise for now, her gaze on the dark female as she spied on them from the slope.