Ankyra Sound heard you got the remedy to really get it right this time

She was driftwood and sandstone, the rusted run of iron on bluffs, and she raced towards him. Riptyde lost the beetle somewhere in the bright beyond. The buzz became one with the rolling waves, and she was more interesting, anyways.

Hi hi, I'm Riptyde! and he slapped his paws on the wet ground quick enough that the mucky sand didn't even have time to suck on his toes. He sprung up, bounced from side to side, and slapped the sand again, a clear invitation.

She had friend in her eyes, and how long since he'd had a friend! The crabs and fish didn't count. The gulls almost did. But how long, since he'd had someone like him?