My Words Can Come Out Like a Pistol

Onyx was walking down the beach at a steady trot to no where, often tripping over her own long legs. She spotted a dark brown blur down by the water. She jogged towards the blob. Soon she began to realize it was a canine, a wolf. Hello! I am Onyx. She introduced herself, calling out loudly to the wolf. Soon she was a few feet away. Don't drink it. It's salty. The young girl referred to the sea, noticing the chocolate lady before her testing the water with her paw.