Cerulean Cape this rainy day is temporary

The sun was bright, burning across her back, and she was just a grey and black streak upon the sand as morning blurred into afternoon, her legs striking the wet sand and throwing it behind her as she galloped for the simple pleasure of running. Zipporah threw her head back with a laugh that rang in her own ears, never slowing even as her lungs began to burn and her eyes stung with salt. She swerved into the surf, throwing saltwater everywhere as she continued running.

Then, abruptly, she locked her legs and slid, giving a few hops to release the momentum before she ended up head over heels in the sand. Zipporah flopped onto her haunches a second later, then leaned over on one of her legs, tongue lolling out in joyous exhilaration. Her sides expanded and fell rapidly with every pant.

Freedom suited her, she preened as she ducked her head quickly to run her tongue over her chest fur.