Dragoncrest Cliffs Worn down, two bit diners and dachshunds

The botanist offered a playful nip to the wolfdog's canine auds, preparing to turn on twirling paws and race her yearling daughter to the beach - where she too was awaiting relaxation after their journeys. 

A flash of white, a soft noise drew her coral optics to the rogue - auds and tail rising in an alert I see you! pose. The Marinus tribe could be suspicious of strangers generally - they had learned to be in the various trials the generations of their family faced over the years - but Naiad tended to be more lenient than some of her more feral relatives. 

The young man didn't seem like trouble and besides - maybe he would share his rabbit.

She relaxed slightly, tail wagging in welcome as she gestured for the male to come along as well with a jerk of her coffee crown.

A bit more restrained in the presence of a stranger, the young mother touched her nose to Graeae's inky flank. Be careful.

She walked on, discreetly arranging herself between the male and her daughter, tongue lolling out in a wolfish grin as she tasted the salt upon the air with joy.