Heron Lake Plateau nous sommes l'emeraude

Something answered her, out there in the depths. A blurry figure slowly drew itself into her focus and things clicked—she knew this face. In an instant her uncertainties shifted towards a point of happiness; her tail waved encouragingly, bright eyes beaming as she made the attempt to figure out what exactly her father carried... at least until he had set it down. Her nose set to working away as he neared her and then spoke, but she cared not for what he passed on to her mother as she wove between his legs while he was still.

Phoebe popped up all on her own at the right time too, for his muzzle came swooping down to her in all its fishy glory for an exchange. She whined for lack of words as his nose brushed the top of her head, an eager greeting only incited by something new about his person: the fishy breath. Stillness was not her forte yet, she wriggled about to face him, tiny puppy teeth set to nip at his muzzle as though to suggest hey! what were you eating??