Wheeling Gull Isle one plus one will always make two

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she skitters along the shore, gangly legs dancing over pale sands that shift and move beneath her paws. waves lap gently at the shore; she was decided that they are her friends come to tease her, incite her into the water. she allows them to think she's almost had, and leaps back with a gasp each time they come just within range of touching her toes. 

she pauses, driving a thin forelimb into the sand and watching the sand blossom up around it; grow light as water seeps down to the sand below. but the waves come back to tease at her again, and up and away she leaps, sand sinking back down and becoming very much the same as all the other sand on the beach.