Dragoncrest Cliffs It's my point of view

She had waited all night and all day, but maman still had not come back.

Someone who was gone was supposed to come back.

Seraphine did not find that it would be anything but embarrassing to scream and cry, so instead, stood in the sand, she began to dig with a blank-faced determination. There was no reason, no purpose, she just found that she liked how the grains felt on her paws, the way it grew damp as she dug deeper.

Glancing behind her, she found that wet sand stuck together in clumps. The discovery pulled her from the hole she had dug, leading her to begin lightly pushing and pounding the sand into a pile. It was ugly, no piece of art that was for certain, but she wanted to make it bigger. Grander.

Eyeing sticks fallen from a nearby tree, she was quick to move towards them and pick up as many of the smaller one's as she could. Far from neatly, she stuck each into the pile of wet sand one by one.

Staring upon her sand structure, one thing was missing. She wanted a shell.