Ocean's Breath Plateau got a dollar to my name and some hours to burn

typically he would greet his brothers with a boyish, energetic bout of roughhousing. but this child did not seem the sort to jump headlong into spirited rowdiness, and so sirmiq kept his greeting to a slow and cautious approach. 

he teetered up close enough to eagerly give a few sniffs at the unfamiliar child, scents he did not recognize playing in the puffs of air he drew. his tail slowly loosened to a friendly sway as he blew out a few breaths in an invitation to play.