Coconut Grove stone washed, so raw, moped like a bullet

*nervously slides in*

The tide pools had little to offer to the misty lady, although the company she had was nice. However, she couldn't deny the beauty the ocean offered her. The sand was gentle and sloping, the waves were loud, yet somehow comforting in a way. Her expression was slightly sour due to her failure to catch the seagull that continued to bawk at her -- it was if it was laughing at her state of loneliness.

However, her expression was worn away when she encountered a new scent and, strangely enough, a new site. Before her was a young man that shared a similar pelt color, although she took into consideration he had something in his mouth, and that something wasn't food. Her head cocked to the side in the lightest way, pondering whether or not she wanted to call out to him.

Then she noticed the border he was making around himself. Was this supposed to protect him? She felt quite baffled at the act, but nonetheless decided to give off a loud chuff, hopefully one that could be heard above the ocean.