Dragoncrest Cliffs Worn down, two bit diners and dachshunds

awkwardly the snowy wolf stalled in wait for a response. such was received, in the form of a slight tilt of the woman's maw. a small smile graced his mellow demeanor as he fell into step behind them, careful to give them adequate space. the space that the mother formed between herself and her young one was lost on him; to Vegas, they were simply falling into step towards the sea.

eventually the trio reached the shore, a sight which the male had found himself familiar with in previous weeks. his soft smile remained in place as he watched them, the youngling appearing enthralled by the crashing of the waves against the sand. he did note that the wolfdog leaned into her mother but could not hear what she said and did not attempt to. Vegas had a knack for being curious without being intrusive.

H-have you two seen the ocean before? he wondered with a cant of his snowy crown. Oh, and... My name is Vegas. if he were to be spending some time with them, it seemed only polite to introduce himself.