Sequoia Coast i'll whisk away your heartsigh and bury it in mine

unaware of her audience, the girl in ivory-and-scarlet lace frolicked and played without inhibition. she was a pale flash up and down the shoreline, panting and grinning and splashing until something stopped her short. yakone nearly fell over herself in her abrupt halt, snapping wildly at the unfortunate bird which had flown into her path. the poor creature floundered, disoriented by the veritable storm of sea and sand and wolf in its face.

kona snapped a wing between her teeth and yanked hard, tossing her head with the bird still attached. it shrieked, and she shook it harder, flinging it to and fro and into the water until it went limp.

and so her game continued, this time with a new toy to toss and chase to her heart's content.