Stavanger Bay There's nothing like you and me on the beach

She came across a sand dollar and nosed at it, turning it over before grasping the disk between her teeth. Q spun and whipped her head, sending the test sailing toward the waves. "Sea cookie incoming!" she shouted, wondering if Frolic would hear her. Her pale eyes searched for any sign of her little friend among the choppy waters but then flicked sideways, head snapping that direction too as she noticed the wolf striding along the beach toward her.

Quell's eyes widened comically as she took in his unique appearance. "Holy shit," she blurted. Not only was he covered in contrasting spots that put her own dusting of speckles to shame, he had the most peculiar ears. They drew her toward him, so the two canines met in the middle. It would've been proper to sniff noses (the equivalent of a handshake) and introduce herself. Instead, Q plopped to her hindquarters to free her legs and reach up, batting at those irresistibly floppy ears, bouncing them as she murmured, "So sof'."