That now familiar voice rose over the sound of the ocean around them, and he drifted towards it like it was siren song. He pranced the last few steps, dipping into a playful bow to present his gift.

’fer ‘u! Again, muffled with the shell between his teeth, before he very gently rested the shell between them both. Lorroakan was almost on top of him again, and despite the way his heart skipped several beats and began to seemingly try to claw out of his chest, he kept his composure through sheer determination and excitement. His wet tail gave several hollow smacks as it met the back of his thighs, his mouth open and panting.

Waterline over there had loads of shells! This was the biggest one, and the prettiest, but there was so many! I dug it out of the sand. He turned his head to the side to sneeze again, before looking back.

I got saltwater up my nose, but look at it! It was worth it. Especially to see the excitement on his companion’s face. Then, Richter peered over Lorroakan’s head, spying the tangled mass of seaweed, and letting out a curious noise.

What did you find? He’d never been to the ocean before, at least in a way he could remember, but he left the shorter man with the shell and moved to prod the plants with a paw.

Plants? Are they like herbs?