His breath catches in his throat as she stops her dance and a soft breeze whispers across her silver coat and tosses her silvery locks of hair. In this moment she is at peace and her dance has brought this to her. It was not something he had provided to her, no it had came from heart and exposes her soul to him. "I have never seen anything like it," he admits just above a whisper, his words faint and tossed by the sea's breeze.

He does not know what torments her, for they have only spent just a moment together since setting foot on the sandy shores of the Dunes. Many things have transpired and drawn him away from her, but she beckons him back with her intrigue and mystery. It is a secret. His ears rotate atop his crown as her words sink in, he does not understand, but he does allow her to keep such things for herself. "I understand your need to keep such things private," he muses. They all have things that they hide from each other. Who is he to pry?

He dares to close the distance between them until there is just a sliver of light that separates them. But her attention is drawn far off, and excitement begins to vibrate her skin. He draws his dark focus to where she excitedly points out. Tide pools? His crown tilts at her words. She pushes away from him and his heart studders in his chest. For a moment he drops his dark gaze and confusion draws lines in his brow. It seems that each time he reaches for her, she shrinks back. With a sigh on his dark lips, he trots after her. His tail flags up and over his haunches, as he draws near to her and her excitement over the ocean.

His dark eyes linger on her for a moment before they are drawn to the tide pools at their hooves. His breath catches in his throat as he looks down at the plethora of sea creatures that float and meander just beneath the surface. His eyes widen briefly. "It is beautiful," he says breathlessly. "How do you know of such things?" he asks as he tilts his head toward her in wonder.