Beach North of Sted Cair
Dreygan is lying just far enough out on the beach that the larger waves wash over his paws. It’s a warm–very warm–day, and even with his wet fur and the brisk ocean water, the Wolf is panting lightly.
Belgwyn comes bounding over the dune and straight into the water a small bit away from the water chirping as he swims and dives in the water
Lanisen walks north along the beach from the peninsula, his shoes in his hand and his hair tied back out of his face. He’s got his sleeves and his pant legs rolled up, and his face is red and shiny. He squints ahead, shading his eyes, and steps past the waterline so his steps make some noise as he nears the blind wolf.