Ocean's Breath Plateau These beautiful things that I've got.

She reached for his little paw and Sea Hunter pressed the pads of it to her muzzle, eager to explore the contours of her face. He felt her breath tickle the delicate hairs between his tiny toes, the love of her words against his skin.

The baby's joyous laughter echoed through the lodge, louder when she shifted to blow a raspberry on the soft pink of his underbelly.