I like long walks on the beach

Romulus glanced up into worried red eyes when Lillith came swiftly over to his side, looking him over and asking if he was injured. He gave a short, hard laugh and shook his head. It would take a lot more than that to hurt an Armada wolf! "It's fine, I'm all right," he replied, but then shot one of his devilish grins up at his friend. "But if I say yes, will you give me a kiss and make me feel better?" His tail beat the sand with an energetic wag as he snickered and rolled onto his back, helping to free his legs from underneath him with a stretch, and then rolling back to his paws.

Once he was up on his feet again, Roman gave a light shake of his body, rustling the stray sand loose from his fur. It didn't all come out, but at least now he no longer looked like a breadcrumbed canine. "The sand is actually a pretty soft landing. Probably why someone set up training areas out here." He gave Lil a casual smile, then glanced back to the cluster of seaweed floating lazily in the shoals. "Last one in the water is shark bait!" he declared, his youthful, playful nature shining through once more. Romulus was a carefree spirit through and through, and it showed as he went prancing into the lapping waves, splashing through the cool water and drenching himself in an instant. He was tall enough to be able to wade out quite a bit before the ocean lapped at his belly, splashing through the saltwater with large, exaggerated steps while he waited for Lillith to come join him for a swim.

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