Sequoia Coast beach murder bitch

He could hear the waves crashing violently against each other in the distance.  He had never liked them.  Granules of sand stuck between his toes and in his cracked, travel-weary paws. In a brooding and sinister mood, he trawled aimlessly until a shadow emerged from the mist.  The stranger had physical eloquence that led him to believe the other was forged of this, if not born from it. 

He stopped abruptly and maintained a generous distance while his pendulous galleon gaze lingered over the stranger.