"Noted. So when they get back want to ask Dyrake if he wangts to play while I ask the group," Selkie asks.

Locke gave a simple nod of agreement.

"Should we go catch up to them," Selkie asks.

Locke shook his fur. "Aye. Ah believe they went this way..." The collie replied before walking off.

Selkie follows Locke while often looking over his shoulder toward the beach.

"....Wanna dry off?" Locke asked after a moment.

Selkie looks down at himself, "Probally should." Stepping away from Locke then shaking like a wet dog his fur slings off clinging water.

Locke held up both hands to block the spray. "....Ah coulda offered an air dry, but Ah suppose ye have it covered."

Selkie looks abashed, "Sorry and no thank you to the air drying."

Locke shrugged. "Don't ye fret about it."