Ankyra Sound there's rosemary, that's for rememberance

the sunset touches everything with flaming orange in a way the girl's never seen before; it sets her own coat aflame with red and she is absorbed by it. she lifts each paw and stares enthralled at the colour, and wishes dearly the light could be here all the time. a robin erupts out of the undergrowth, and she is entranced by its vibrance. it is the promise of more beauty that draws the girl further from the den that she'd dare go (without permission, of course) and near the beach. the sands there are lit orange, and the sun is dazzling at it sparkles off the waves - she plops onto her rear and simply stares.