Stavanger Bay gazing in the rays of the solar

he got off her, thankfully, leaving a gentle whoosh to fall from the pearls breath. she stood up, face heating up as he made a comment about how she still looked nice with sand in her pelt. but she didn't let it show, instead she just shook out her fur-- sending sand and water droplets all over him, and then gave him a pointed look, a small smile attached to her maw. her fur was less groomed now, obviously, sticking up a bit from the the water fights, from the fall-- literally covered in sand still. but whatever, she would groom tonight. she'd probably ask for @Saucy's help too. 

he apparently still thought he should gain a prize from this. dalia's nose turned up as she judged him accordingly, assessing him curiously. "what do you want, victor?" she asked the crowned winner, lowering her muzzle to meet his gaze.