Caspa's relaxed, playful air became a little more attentive as Amaranth told her of her family connections. The lanky white dog had not met either the King, or his mate. She was beginning to see them as mythical figures at this point, rumours of scent that she wondered if she would ever have the honour to lay eyes upon in this large and populous territory. Niro, though, was a name she recognised and gave a slow swish of her tail, remembering the amiable wolf who had brought her in at the borders. It seemed all her puppyish exuberance had drained from her into the child, who went dashing into the sea like Caspa had been a moment before, while she stood respectfully attentive in front of her new acquaintance. "I just came to run on the sand," she explained, "The warmer weather is very pleasing." She guessed the cave was nearby, as the parent and child looked perfectly at home here. "How is your daughter, Magnolia?" she added, remembering the girl from the hotel who had resembled her father Niro so closely, assuming this to be her mother although perhaps she looked rather young to have such a grown-up child.
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