Seaside Moors and when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin

too much salt for the blood -- LMAO

the wave ignored valravn's staunch warcry, rippling well up to his toes and eliciting a squeal of dislike and terror from the child. he was pulled alongside as erzulie turned with a gentle lick to his forehead following.

he was only partially soothed by this -- the sea was his greatest contender.. that was, until treaties were mentioned. his half-floppy ears perked up instantly, his eyes bright as he yelled back "TREATIES!!"

valravn did not wait for erzulie to lead the way. scampering up the slope, valravn's pudgy form left excited pawprints in his wake as he hustled back to the den for treaties.