Wheeling Gull Isle swiggity swooty

She arched her head, angling her snout toward her chest and unfurling her tongue as she attempted to dislodge the bone. It took a few unpleasant lurches before it came loose and sprang from her mouth, covered in froth and drool. Junior licked her chops, cleared her throat and then made a point to step on the bone as she continued her walk.

When her eyes lifted, she spotted the sopping wet stranger standing on the beach and froze in surprise. Forgetting that she was supposed to ignore males at best and treat them like fodder at worst, she eventually said, "Hey." She swallowed, her black tail flicking idly to and fro as she studied the dark-furred, black-eyed stranger.