Maybe it slipped its collar. Maybe the owner is up on the dunes. She raised a hand in what she hoped was a friendly wave and called out, “Hey, buddy. Where’s your family?” The wind carried her words away. The animal lifted its head, water dripping from its chin, and locked eyes with her.
Pale gold eyes—almost yellow—shone back. Huskies had blue or brown eyes, sometimes one of each, but not that fierce amber. The gaze held hers without a blink, and a line of nerves traveled down her spine like cold water.