The Sentinels just like a moonlight and a tide

She allowed herself to become wrapped up in the chilling blanket, water swirling 'round her as she begun to paddle once she no longer felt sand and pebble and shell beneath her feet. Andromaque could not help the smile that tugged at the corners of dark lips, looking to the other wolf to see how she was enjoying the water. Of course she was probably enjoying it -- she had spoken of how much she loved the sea.

Andromaque tread water as the fae brought something out from beneath the waves, grasped awkwardly in her paw. A look of awe captured her expression as she saw the conch. Andromaque moved so that she could stand on the sand again. "Can I get a better look?" she asked, hoping the coastal woman would oblige.