Astin's lips curled away from her teeth in a low snarl, the sound building as a rasp in her throat.
"Excuse me for almost dying, pest," she snapped in reply, wincing as the salt and sand grated against her throat.
The mutt dragged her paw in-front of her in the sand for a moment, staring blearily at the odd dirt. "What is this," she muttered, pulling her limbs closer to herself as if to retreat from the almost-white dirt, lip curling at it.
[...She's never seen sand |D]