Once more you have found yourself outside of the desert, wandering through the forest to find yourself at the salty edges of the ocean. During your last visit not so long ago, you had left Ouija at home to rest, and had run into Alysanne once more. The soft-spoken medic and yourself danced across the midnight waves, eating away the shore with tireless legs by the stride; the walk home early that next morning had been one that seemed to take longer than usual, but that day, tired eyes closed to a relaxing sleep rather than one plagued with nightmares. Ouija plodded along before you, her coat having thinned out and become a little less coarse due to the wrath of Tallsun in the driest of all herd lands. Her tongue slips in and out of her mouth between sharp teeth, occasionally lapping up her snout and wetting a dark nose.

The sun's strong rays of light decorate the sandy terrain even through the rough-barked trees' sparse shade, leaving your dark hide to be more than uncomfortably warm and slightly sweaty. Beneath all of that thick hair, your neck is dripping wet, causing the ends of already curly hair to twist into tight, sweat soaked curls. Maroon ears rotate like active satellites on either side of your horned head, listening to everything around you and your bonded like a protective mother bear. Thanks to the watchful canine, you are allowed to keep your head low as the two of you walk toward the shore, passing over neatly kept trails boarded by beach sand and the occasional bushel of wild berries. Curious as always, Ouija stuffs her nose into a spikey vine of tiny raspberries, ignoring the prick of tiny barbs along the thin, dark green ropes, nibbling the sweet red berries from their stocks carefully in order to not take the entire vine with her. The tart juice catches her off guard and her black-lined ears fold back in an unimpressed manner, lips peeling back until the tiny seeds are down her throat.

Though watching with interest, you walk past your bonded, chuckling as she rejects the berry and allows it to drop out of her mouth with a disgusted look. "No?" you question the fox softly, the laughter coming to an end when she glares at you, the look almost saying "No shit." The grass covered dune begins to drop, the trail being lost in a deep pool of soft sand that pans out onto the white beach. Instantly, both you and Ouija see the mare wading in the water, at which point she seemed to be preoccupied with something in the water; perhaps her own reflection? Ouija sniffs the briny air quietly, her tail sweeping back and forth on the sand as she remembers the stranger's sent. The image from her memory develops enough for you to feel that she is familiar to the pup, and we dig through old files to quickly find that you remember the mare's name. Sheeeeba one of us mocks with a slight lisp, attempting to mock the mare's ridiculous accent.

Long legs step down the shifting sand carefully in order to not drop to your knees in the case of a wrong step, head picking up into the air from a lazily held position. Empty eyes cast down from the gray who wades in the water in order to act like you had not spotted her, but Ouija decides to do differently; the white coated fox trots down the sandy hill, running toward the mare who is off to your left a little ways. God damn, she just loves to keep you on your toes boy! one of us spits, our dislike for the canine not a secret. With ears set back, you sigh, awkwardly clamoring out of the deep sand and walking briskly toward the mare.

Excited to see another familiar face, the kit wags her tail, watching the grey mare with the braided hair with big black eyes. "Ouija." you growl sternly, dropping your crowned skull to her height as you near her from behind, nudging her in the left side in order to keep her from getting too excited. Foggy eyes flick up to Sheba and you lift your head quietly, offering a soft smile to the mare who had you tongue tied upon first glance. "Hey." you offer, raspy voice delivered loudly enough to reach the mare in the water from the bank. Even with your head held high and trying your damndest to look regal, you can't help but feel like a little kid with all of this curly hair.

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Tagged: @[Sheba]
Ooc: Never replied to our message because I totally forgot, but yes, I'd be more than happy to say that the stones were accepted and whatnot. :)

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