Coconut Grove [ sorry not sorry ]

White fur buffeted by the sharp breeze, the sapphire-eyed she-wolf opened her maw to let the wind caress her nostrils. There was something about the rumble of the waves across the constantly shifting sands that drew her attention. Sunlight rarely faded unless obscured by trees. The salt ting to the air invaded her eyesight, causing rapid blinking and squinting. Up until now, the she-wolf had only heard vast stories of the horizon and the waters that continued to flow long after your eyes grew tired of finding the ending. But, here she was, paws deep in merciless crystals that felt like sandpaper with every pawstep. 

But this season was not one for drinking in the sun’s rays. 

Behind her form, past the rare fauna of palms, somewhere in the distance, autumn gripped the landscape. Vibrant colors in all different shades claimed every living bush, tree, and fern. However, here, where the sunlight still seemed warm, it was a trick of nature that deceived. If she did not keep her guard up, nature would take her in its grip and not let go. 

Turning her eyes away from the sparkling expanse, the she-wolf decided to explore, as young wolves often do in areas they’ve never come across. What bounties lay in wait? What creatures called this area home? What food would provide her another season of relief? Loners were hardly welcome near others, but she kept her spirits high and hope filled. What could possibly disturb her here? The beaches seemed never-ending, desolate. Except for her. The plus side was that her paw prints were dissolved into the grains, leaving nothing but slight cavities. That is, if she stuck to the deeper parts, closer to the palms. 

No, Egeria was certain she would find refuge here, at least to recover her strength. Nose brushing across the various empty shells and dried up sea-flora, the ghostly she-wolf considered herself alone.