Stavanger Bay Code Black

The gentle rush of the water crept up to wash over her feet and then retreated again. Her toes were left soaked all the way to the skin, accompanied by a slight chill. She extended her sights to the endless horizon of the sea and mentally shook her head. There was no way in hell she was going for a swim today. She would rather not smell like a salty, wet dog thank you very much.

The soft, irregular shifting of sand nearby earned a swivel of her ear. Turning to her left, the direction from which the disturbance came, Tzila was surprised to see that she had not been alone the whole time. Another wolf - darkly cloaked in steele grays and other shades, was preoccupied digging frantically in the sand. She could only blame her clouded thoughts for not have noticing him sooner. A small smirk, almost gentle and amused in nature, came to her sealed lips whilst she watched his seemingly hopeless efforts. Or maybe not. Padding closer in his direction, the Shadow Queen pulled up beside him, sparing enough space between their bodies so not to infringe. Without a word, she simply peered down to his busy paws, curious of what he was getting at.