Barrow Fields between salt and seadogs

Oh well this was a bit awkward. Lucani didn't want to offend the chap, but nor did she want to backtrack, just in case there was something wrong with him. He looked perfectly healthy, with a glossy coat and a bright way of talking, but his swagger was somewhat dizzying. Well... look at your pawprints, she decided to illustrate her point rather than explain it, and nodded in the direction he'd come from. The grass was muddy from rainwater the night before, and the male's pawprints were not exactly in a perfect straight line. Being a follower of logic and medicine, Lucani's first conclusion wasn't that this was simply the way he walked.