Ankyra Sound And isn't it easy

She travelled south, and away from the safety of her pack to where she saw the shoreline dissolve from the impressive, but dangerous cliffs she called home, into a soft, white-sand beach. She thought perhaps they had passed this place, when they had moved from the Moors; she recognized it as the beach that was scooped into an elbow shape, where the waves lapped gently at the shores, sheltered. Along the edge, though, were large, flat rocks still dimpled by the waves that had crashed against them for years- which meant that there were tidepools. 

She loved the shoreline- and she loved sandy beaches. Hunting was also a keen interest of hers, so she began to prowl from one area to the next, investigating the rock pools to see if anything had been left behind by the tide for her to eat.