Time seemed to march faster as his brood gained their independence in little ways - quick paws, and quicker teeth, it was easy to let them out, but far, far harder to keep his gaze close as they bolted off the moment adventurous paws touched earth.
Luciana was a little slower than her siblings, a little more bumbling, but she picked up speed soon enough, even if she was tripping over her white little paws with her hips tucked in a full-blown sprint along the beach, Calhoun in tow. Her own eyes, muddied and a frankly ugly shade of green as more yellow bled into that blue-gray, were wide with tilted energy. Somewhere behind her, her brother must've tripped, and she skidded to a stop, perplexed, to look back at him wheeling around.
She smelled copper. Rather oblivious to what this meant, she doubled back, nearly barreling her wounded counterpart in the process, only possessing half a mind (both in general and for the moment) to actually stop and push her nose towards the wound to examine it more thoroughly.
"Yuck! It's oozing, ouch," she stated, quite eloquently, sticking out her little pink tongue to hazard a taste and reeling back on instant with a wrinkled nose. Santiago, summoned by the caterwaul, stooped to his children, and shooed Luciana back slightly.
"I heard ows- lemme see, boy," he mused, thinly disguising his concern with his warm and genuine smile. That brow was furrowed, however slightly, as he tried to scoop the wriggling, pudgy Calhoun to try and get a look at his paw. "What did you do, amigo?"