Stavanger Bay on my face

She could feel her fur rise as eyes burned into her skull. She was being followed, she could feel it. Huā halts suddenly before her head turns hesitantly to glance behind her. He was like a ghost, pale with darkness around his eyes like smudged mascara. He made her a little wary. 

But then she recalled the disease- the warmth that plagued her so. He was a man on the beach. Was that enough? He was following her too, was he at all interested? Or was he some kind of creep? Perhaps a combination of the two?

So she turns fully, strides towards him with confidence, chin tilted just slightly upward- elegance. Hi, boy, Comes her accented greeting, as she stops just a few yards away.