Sea Lion Shores It was as though I'd been spit here

The smell of the salt water that came from the ocean flooded the painted she-wolf’s nostrils with an unfamiliar scent as the wind flowed it into her direction. The sand that she felt between her paws was surreal as so was the view that she took in. As she walked along the shoreline the water crept up and then back and wet her paws. The female focused her gaze on the female she saw in the distance and gave a low chuff to announce her presence. “Hello.” She calles out simply.