Ocean's Breath Plateau Blue

Wildfire was so polite that Vlad was led to believe he was doing rather well, and he could only interpret the brief giggle as a positive thing. It set his tail wagging, and a pink tongue slopped over his parted teeth and into the open air. In his head, the poor creature was already planning the route for a repeat encounter - the Moonspear youth might have avoided the coast forever if she had known it.

"Vater salty," he explained, nodding towards the ocean. Perhaps she didn't know that, this being her first visit. "End.. Peck ees veenter peck only. Salt - veenter. Saltyveenter! Many flower come - wulfs go away, making trevel addur place. Maybe Vlad join Moon-spar?" he half-jested with an exaggerated waggle of his eyebrows in Wildfire's general direction. He had decided that she was a bit of a cutie, and the poor girl was doing herself no favours by lingering in his presence.