Then, Mithwyth yelps as he tumbles forward, paws scattering for traction before he rolls himself into a pile of sand headfirst. Spinning around, she slows her trot, ears pricked forward.
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry!” she says, pinning her ears with a sheepish smile. Gingerly, she lifts her paw, swipes a little at his fur where sand has coated his wisps. “You got a little there.”
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