Ankyra Sound La Lune

A downy rainfall of feathers drifted to the ground as she sprinted across the sound, soundlessly chopping her jaws together to hurry the seabirds on their way. The percussive sound of heavy footfalls on the compact sand followed her like a shadow.

She threw a smile over her shoulder, only to find his teeth at her hip, spurring her on. She arched her back and tossed her head like a delighted filly, slowing for a beat so they could draw even. She matched him stride for stride, changing her lead so she could run as close to him as possible without any worry their paws might cross.

He had asked for a race, however- and he would get one, but she invited him toward the shallows at the very cusp of the bay, where the water was foamy and white. She veered toward the shoreline until her feet pattered in the water where it was ankle deep. After a few steady, strides, she yipped, tucked in, and sprinted forward.