lady luck

It was a long way from the crocodile island, and while Arvid seemed happy to be free of the place, Arne kinda missed the daytime warmth of the desert. It was his first time travelling so far east, and it was with salt in his nose once again that he made his way onto the soft sanded beach. The tide seemed to be out, so that was helpful, and the young boy started dragging his tusks through the tide line, looking to unearth any small crabs or pipi’s that might make good bait for something larger.

The warthog grunted at his rear, and he flicked an ear in acknowledgement but continued to shower sand about them. The grunting took on the edge of a squeal as he shoved the boys back end and tucked himself up along Arne’s flank. Well that was weird. Arvid was just as likely as his wolf to run face first into mischief, what could he be so worried about all of a sudden?
The boy lifted his sky blue eyes to scan the beach, illuminated by the fat moon that never seemed to go down. Even the water was glowing with the waves crashing, and as strange as it was, the boy wasn’t overly phased. So far he had seemed to mostly escape the attention of any of the weirdness.

If it hadn’t been for the white of her legs, he might have missed her. His feet began to shift excitedly, his back end swaying with the wag of his tail. Sure, he knew it wasn’t polite to tackle strangers, but it had been so long since he had seen another wolf that the urge to greet them in the same way he would a sibling was almost unavoidable. With a low, almost anxious excited growl of playfulness, the boy began to bound forward, covered in sand, tail waving wildly high over his back, jaws parted and tongue lolling with his wide smile. "HI!" was all the warning he could manage before his body was barrelling towards the girl. He would try to avoid hitting her, but there was just so much of him.

"speech".