Wayne smirked as he watched the puppy run around, seeming to ignore him. He had the patience to deal with her where another might not, he supposed, even if it was an alien experience. Like when his horses stopped to browse while they were patrolling, he just had to steer her back on course. Occasionally, she’d stop for too long at a bush, and he would bark to get her to walk beside him once more—with varying results.
“Adelle,” the mongrel called more excitedly after a while. He pricked his half-flopped ears and was able to hear the babble of water. He kept that sound on his right side, walking forward toward the smell of salt. “This way,” he told her quickly, hoping that she wouldn’t want to go investigate the river. If she tumbled into it, he wasn’t in the state to help her. As good a swimmer as the Labrador mix was, he could do nothing with a bad shoulder.
Some rocky cliffs came into view, the land shifting beneath their paws, declining and inclining. He kept an eye on the child as he said, “I think the waterfalls are in the rocks. We can go carefully.” He hoped none of this would require climbing.
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