Pawprints set unevenly in the loose granules of hard sand, water flushing into them as the waves lazily crept up the beach, washing away the soft prints with each slow lapping of foam. Bursts of pinks and oranges painted the sky over the horizon, drenching the beach in the low, pleasant light of dawn. A gentle fog had slowly started to sweep across the quiet beach, tumbling out of the trees, a large forest cocoon the small patch of beach in a little cove. The trees swayed hesitantly in the small breeze that floated in from the sea, A few birds chirped and tweeted at each other, hidden by the soft greening leaves and pink buds that encased the forest branches in the gentle bringing of Spring, the frost having finally melted away, spring evident in the air.
Truly, Torrens and Teacake seemed to be the only Tokotas that were willing to rise on this early morning, well, grudgingly so anyway. Torrens had been the activity planner of that morning, sand already starting to stick effortlessly t