Makya
.:: Paws take careful steps across this new texture of ground. Crouched low to the white carpeting of this beach. His watchful eyes look for others and danger. Good no one is here, so far. Moving towards the center he rises slightly. Opening his tiny mouth he lets a yowl out. "I Makya, the mighty Servel, claim this sandy beach with clear ocean waters for my own!" With satisfaction he runs to make his rounds for inspection of the vegetation, and salty waters.
.::Mouth open to take in the smell of the salty air. It was rather bitter considering that the day was bright, beautiful and warm. Well a home is a home, and I smelt no other intruders on my patrol. Thats a good thing I suppose. Well I will sit on the white sands and watch the waters erode the beach away, for I have nothing better to do. He pranced from the thick vegetation and wandered to the sands. He sat and watched the white foam of the sea rush to the sand and then quickly run as though something was bound to eat it.