Gilded Bay Standing in the open light

O’Mally is idly making his way to the shore. Once there he shakes all the water from his pelt. The droplets splashing and slinging everywhere. If he got some on his company he’d side eye her with a teasing smile. 

He can already feel his fur curling and knows he’ll look like a god damned poodle when he’s dry. He outwardly sighs and looks to her then. A quirk of a white brow and he’s smiling at her as if she isn’t trustworthy at all. Though he does him at her as she says her name.

“I’m not sure I should tell you. You go first.” He quips back. Obviously just yanking her chain.