Ocean's Breath Plateau ground zero was the surface of the sun

and she bared fangs! 

slavo thought it good as well, her right to pick how many like him she'd deal with. he drifted to the side, not to be a bother, and to diminish chances of being target of the blacksoil male's envy.

the words exchanged were foreign, and slavo wondered if they knew one another, when his attempt to be considered a prop of the scene failed.

he still had that face of default amicability, tail idly swaying, as the man snarled at him. slavuj pressed his side closer to the rocky surface, as if to blend in. 

he took no offense to words said in heat of passion, why would he? let the sweet aroma disperse, and they would all laugh at this mess!

a third was drawn to the scene. slavuj's tail wagged when he recognised his groundman come to play aged hero, but his expression got blunted by realisation that no party here was speaking either language he comprehended.

so the komondor ended up confusedly, yet politely, smiling at what was unfolding before him, tassels of wagging tail beating against stone.