You're the 8th wonder

Father had not explicitly stated he couldn't go as far as the bay. It was still Tojo lands so as long as one of the dogs followed him, he wouldn't get into trouble. Not that he cared if he got in trouble anyway. Mama would save him from the disappointed looks from Hattori anyway. So he makes his way along, rubbing his nubby little horns along the bamboo to leave as markers to find his way back later. His paws were lazily dragging through the leaf litter and dirt until he could hear the wash of waves against the sandy shore of the bay. The excitement of seeing something new caused him to pick up the pace until the bamboo gave way to grass and miniscule grains of sand.

Stopping at the crest of a dune, he looks left and right. Water sparkled ahead of him with waves rippling and splashes from fish popping up every so often. How cool was this place? Not as cool as that huge oak forest or the bamboo, but mama had talked about summer time being rather warm and teaching him how to properly swim here. Until then, maybe he could find something else to do. Like... oh, Nami! He hadn't really met met the woman yet except in passing and lessons about the pack from his father, but that wouldn't stop the boy.

Moving in the direction of Nami, his tail waves happily behind him and lips are pulled up into that boyish smile. "Oi! Nami! Whatcha doin'?" The lilted accent of his voice proves that he has been taking the language lessons seriously, but he's not as hoity toity as his father and refuses to speak it if he knows someone else doesn't know it. When he stops near her, he looks out to where she's looking. Did she have a plan or? Jiro can't help but cant his head to the side and some what invade her personal space for a better look.