Stavanger Bay don't touch my juul

He was not sure how he felt about the coast, the sand clinging to the fur in between his toes and coating his underside whenever he reseted. Grooming was out of the question unless he wished to have a mouth full of gritty sand. It seemed he was in luck though, a figure on the horizon that might distract him from his sand predicament.

A soft bark escaped him as his long legs aimed to move him closer to them. Although he would halt when he was a few yards away, waiting to see if they might accept his presence.