Seaside Moors Back To the Sea!

Her mother noticed her little tag along, the sunspot that could not hide on the sand like her other siblings could. Well, all but Reyes. She silently laughed in her head as she though of how similar they looked compared to the others, they looked more like Rosalyn than the others. She was motioned to come closer and so she did, brushing her dark fur against her lighter mother. If one where to look at their trio they might think the printer stretched the paper and ran out of ink once they came to the taller scarred man. 

She found his scars fascinate but she did her best not to stare,  what or who did  that do him? She knew better than to ask right now, maybe some other time. She nodded at her mother's words as she talked about the sea was where they belonged, it was where she belonged. A sea witch needed the sea.