Sequoia Coast Need some air

Thistle gave a swift smile at the fact that her ploy had worked. A bark of laughter came up from her throat and she batted out a paw at the girl. She shifted in the sand, holding tight to the ground for traction. She lowered her head again to tackle her, but it was not to be.

Thistle swung around to follow the girls descent into a somersault head over tail. She stopped moving and strode forward with worry. Are you okay? that sand can be slippery if you aren't careful? She stood looking down at the other female a look of concern evident on her face.