Wheeling Gull Isle plaža

slavuj had never boasted a hound's vision - that were his sibling's domain - but the cords of tangled fur, curtaining his face, were certainly an obstruction!

so it was that he didn't see the man, not until a gap opened and revealed the islander's aghast expression.

the komondor paused.

around the fish, he smiled. his heavy tail began to sway.

ghh haey-! yes, the fish. slavo set it under his tassels, onto his paws.

he looked up again and grinned in full.

gooed daey! yeau are fram svit-arbor, yes?