Greatwater Lake belongs to the sand

I'm down! I'll start one for us!

She paused, thinking.
He didn't blame her. Following a stranger to their deep, dark home who can't even speak the same language.
He didn't push. Just waited for her. Tail still softly waving. He was patient.

Then. A soft confirmation. Jah.
He grinned wide, dropping to a half play bow. Inviting her to run across the flatlands for a little bit.
Mirroring her playful posture. Her excitement from being asked or something. He wasn't certain why, but it was better than begrudging or wary.

He took off towards the woods, sure the woman - Imaq - was in tow. Slowing just enough to not lose her in the swarths of brilliant white marring the landscape.