Blackbeak Bluff seaweed and posies

Etienne backed up a step at the girls harrowed look. The pristine color of her fur was an interesting back drop to the sandy beaches. It reminded him of sea foam.

Then she began to speak to him loudly. He winced and pressed his ears harder to his head.

Not so loud. I 'ave good 'earing. I'll 'elp you get rid of it.

Then with a backwards step, he rushed forward with a growl on his lips and snapped at the bird, and it's wings. He had seen his sister do this, and he hoped he was rewarded and it would leave.