Be an explorer, not a tourist

A wet nose buried between the quills on her hip was unexpected but not unwelcome. She was mindful of her waving tail, hoping to not spike her sibling with it's waving as she turned her head to see who had come to join her. "Véi, lookit!" She turned her nose back to the pale form floating closer to the shore. It didn't cut through the water like a knife, it just kinda... blobbed. It's fat pale form and short stubby fins barely moving as it's cow-like snout seemed to graze at the seagrass below.

Morganna inched closer, her toes getting wet as little fishes skittered into the roots of the mangroves to seek shelter. The distant crashing of waves seemed a world away as she observed the monster with the sort of focus only a child could muster. "Whatsit?" Her nose was growing dangerously close to the surface of the water and the boxlike head lifted to peer back at her, nostrils lifting above the waves to blow a stream of mist into her face. The girl screamed and giggled as she backpedaled, eyes squinted closed against the salt spray. The tangle of her own limbs (and maybe her brothers) had her rear end planted in the water and the sand.