The sun beamed high over the horizon, casting golden flecks across the rolling waves of the Earle Sea. A soft breeze carried the scent of salt and seafoam, ruffling the fur of two Xeros as they padded onto the sun-warmed sand.
Malour strutted ahead, her sleek coat shimmering in the sunlight, a wide-brimmed sunhat perched dramatically between her ears. Her eyes, hidden behind oversized sunglasses, scanned the beachgoers with mild disapproval.
“Oh please,” she scoffed...