Piranha in Floaties

Aresenn allowed a low, grating chuckle to rumble in his throat as he watched his daughter's futile attempts to resist sleep. His amber eyes gleamed with triumph under the sun, pleased with the outcome of their little scrum. He gave her a final nudge, their wet bodies sliding against one another in the shallow tide. The salty scent of the ocean wreathed them, laced with the distinct musk of wet fur, as he got up, shaking off the water that clung to his thick coat. In one sweeping motion, he scooped Araxina up, placing her over his shoulder blades with a careful, practiced ease. Her small body was limp and heavy with exhaustion, swaying gently with each step he took toward the shore, and the on toward home.

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"Aresenn Praetor"