Stavanger Bay for storms before were as nothing more

The voice was what had called her. Julep was simply walking by the woman, minding her own business when her soft, sweet tune reached her ears. She slowed down, her last thought had vanished. The woman was stunning. Gold and cinnamon all over her glorious ivory figure, and that was just from behind.

Kelp. Her paws were delicately sorting out a tangle of it, Julep noticed with a glance, and suddenly it became the most interesting activity. Julep settled on the sand close by, admiring the unknown woman as she enjoyed her voice. That was all she wanted. She actually kind of needed it.

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