Sea Lion Shores riptide

Down by the shoreline where the water met the sand, a coal-colored wolf walked. Each paw print she left was wiped away by the seemingly gentle waves as they came up to greet her paws. Whenever a breeze passed through, it'd ruffle her fur and the salt would make her feel calm. Though the breeze and the water seemed kind and gentle, Sen knew better than to wade out too far into the water. Between the current and the occasional orca, she knew that the sea could be a dangerous thing.
Having noticed the amount of clouds gathered in the sky, she deemed it wise to move farther from and water in case of a storm. As adventurous as the she-wolf could be, she had no desire to be dragged into a sea, or any kind of water, if a storm were to arise. Despite her better judgment, though, she couldn't help but want to return to her previous path to keep the dry sand from sticking to her damp paws. Her attempts at shaking the sand from her paws had failed, making her slightly aggravated towards how stubborn the sand was.
Sen was pulled from her thoughts by a new scent in the air. Instead of just smelling the saltiness of the sea and the fish smell that lingered with the seals, she now smelled a hare and another wolf. Looking up from her sand-covered paws, she noticed a wolf with a grey coat making it's way down the shore. Being unsure of whether or not the other wolf had noticed her already or not, she contemplated circling around in an attempt to not make contact. Though her conscious told her it would be best to at least try to avoid meeting another wolf, her legs did not listen and continued to carry her forward.