Cerulean Cape Salt

AW up to 2 others, please! Hoping for something faster-paced :) midday, overcast and light rain.

Nyamh had always loved the sea, the scent of the salt and how the seawater curled her fur. It even changed her scent, so that it all stayed with her. Spring had come, and her adventures had brought her here - she knew not what it was she sought, but her drive to explore had not yet been curbed. Today, she wandered the cape, every so often pausing to investigate crabs or tide pools. It was still cool, and the morning fog had given way to light rain come midday; Nyamh moved to the waters at this point, letting the tide wash over her forelegs as she squatted down to relieve herself.