the way that it shines may just dwindle with time

AW :)

The gaunt animal stood at the grey shoreline, a lone silhouette engulfed by rolling fog, cheerless dusk, and an endless empire of sand. Somewhere out in the swallowing coast a solitary gull wheeled and its cackle rebounded lone and empty against the pounding strand. The water seethed white with froth, brine heavily lacing the air as the tide receded. The sucking heap of whitewashed water hissed around her footpaws in crisp alacrity; with a flick of a shorn ear the female threw back her skull in a gurgling howl. No sooner than the howl left her lips the sea swallowed it in its entire, and once more the cheerless strand resumed its desolate thrumming as if she were simply not there.