Horizon Ridge The Bruises that've Faded Away

Limber lithe limbs of deep dark brown. Like the wettest sands. He ran across the beach. Every step throwing sand behind him.

Golden eyes wide in his head, a fierce joy upon his face. The wind tangled its icy fingers in the sandy brown of his coat. His tail streaming behind him. Each step loud and in tune with the breath that slid from maw and nose.

Ocean salt curling against his fur leaving it heavier than it was. The foam curling around black lashes, lining it with tiny ice. He ran free, unburdened. A happiness in his heart for a small visit home. The sea she called him.