Shimmering Sands fell in love over appalachain wine

lionel tittered as sonder found his voice. "yeah, dude, it sucks at first," came his hoot, "but then ..." and here his words trailed off as he ducked beneath the surface. ice bit at him, chewed through his goldcream pelt, and lionel resurfaced with a gasp.
"but then you get used to it." rivulets streaming from crown and muzzle and shoulders, the sea parting around his lithe body as he lunged for sonder, hoping to baptize him in the brine as well, a laugh echoing from his chest.