Stavanger Bay Tangled in Seaweed

Golden tipped ears seemed to move at every minuscule sound. Not really responding to the constant rumble of breaking waves but rather the sharp cry of a gull, the skitter of a crab as it removed itself from her path. It was rather intense how much life there was near the sea water, how much it thrived on those crashing waves and ever changing tides. She found it soothing, that even here, there was life. A smile seemed to play on her lips as she lifted her nostrils to the sky and inhaled deeply. The bite of salt no longer seemed to sting as much as it did the first week, and the constant wetness now welcoming. 

The smell she was looking for was there but something else, before the cuff of his arrival she had turned her sightless eyes to him. The sound of his presence was marked by his won voice and the way the sand played with his toes at every step, the mute vibrations of the ground helped her judge the distance between them as she finally moved her entire body to face the much larger man. Her golden tipped tail swayed with both anticipation and excitement as she waited his approach. 

"How can I help you sir?" She spoke softly, she restrained her wish to touch him. She remembered he had told her she had to be told to do so or ask permission, so that is what she did. "Us it alright if I touch you?"