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Her nap had refreshed her and time with Etienne had put Rosalyn in a more cheerful mood than previously. Time with her grandchildren always seemed to.

He would find her on the shore with a cracked oyster, freshly dug, between her paws. She'd cleaned out a few of them for lunch.

Rosalyn rose to her paws when Quennel greeted her in his usual, rowdy fashion. This boy! She laughed, then moved to greet him with her tail lifted and waving. Sometimes it was a bit much but, more often than not, she appreciated how easily he came to her. Others treated her like glass nowadays - and not without reason.