phillipe-west
â€; The familiar was sitting in the door way of her den enclosure, her dark blue optics focused on the horizon in which consisted of the big ocean and its foamy waves in which she loved so much. Her nose twitched upon picking up the scent of someone near by but not just any average person, it was a male. Donât panic, She did her best not to look in the direction of the male but she did speak, âHave you come to throw rocks at me as well..?â
Phillipe had never been to the sea before, this place of breathtaking beauty made him jump in excitement. Strolling along the shore the infant felt the chilly ocean nibbling at his toes as the sand seemed to suck them in, he wished father could have come with him.
On this lonely beach he had found nothing but screeching seagulls and distant fishing boats, somehow Phillipe was glad to be alone. Playing by himself with the crimson cloak covered in sand the boy felt at peace, for once the fuzzy memories of a night long ago did not assault him.
Distracted gazing at the horizon where the sea and sky became one the infant did not notice someone else had been there until her voice reached his ears, he stopped stunned for a second without understanding the meaning of her words.
âThrow s-stone at you?â He questioned with the childish voice sounding a little scared, the little boy walked closer to her looking at the girl resting on the sand.
