Gilded Bay Footprints in the sand

As Raindrop sat in solitude, there had been a moment where it was broken by a melodious sound — like that of singing. She turned her head to the right and saw a canine like creature strolling down the shore.

She remained seated, as he did not seem to be a threat. “Good evening, Monsieur.” She spoke, “Lovely evening isn’t it? And your voice makes it even more so.”