Amelie's tail swished from side to side as her mother agreed to get a closer look. As they walked closer, the yearling payed close attention to what laid in the beach's floor. All around her feet, scattered in the sand there were tiny pieces of rock and shells that popped out against the brown sand. She even saw one that crept away as she tried to poke it with her nose. No crabs or snails were interested in meeting her.
As they finally reached the shore, the girl shot a smile at her mentor and mother, then without a sound she slipped into the water , letting the waves lick her feet with their white, foamy tongues. She liked the feeling of the water crashing against her skin, though the smell was strong and the taste was no better, she found the rythmic motion of the waves soothing.
"It's just.. wonderful", she muttered, feeling unable to find another word to describe it properly.
