"Sounds like an adventure in itself. Always something new to learn."

She hears Damocles come padding back to them across the sand, hears his breathing and can infer the happy canine grin on his face. She certainly doesn't need any translation for the bump across her knees.

She rests her head against Richard's shoulder, breathing him in, more than content to stand here, listening to the waves as the night enfolds them.

Love you, Wolf.