Dragoncrest Cliffs vwa sab

cheri had woken up on the wrong side of the bed today. it took work to get her up, and even still she was horribly cranky; complaining loudly of the hot, wet sand burning her feet and the bugs which swarmed the feast upon the shore. the humidity made her fur prickle, and tiny flecks of dead leaf and debri clung to her in every which way.
but by the time she reached the shore and felt the cool brush of seafoam at her feet, she was decidedly content. rather lazily, she plucks a small fish from the edge of the endless pile and tries to suck it down her throat like a pelican.