The disruption to her sun bathing came in giggles and rebellious protests. The tiny voice of an eager pup and the soothing octaves of her caretaker graced her once idle ears, setting them now on a swivel to point out their approaching direction. The family was out and about, it seemed, bringing a smile to the woman’s face. Though she did not rise to greet them, she did voice her welcome in a short sounded howl and wave of her tail. The little one’s name for her did cause her head to rise slightly, peering at the squirming body as she and Shiloh waded into the shallows. Rin? Was that how the little one remembered her? The Nomad whined adoringly. How cute. She lowered her head again, resting within the arm grasses listening to the elated sounds of the child’s bath.
A light doze overcame her, bringing her just to the edge of dream without full submergence. The calm chatter of the inhabitant fodder was a soft symphony to her ears lulling her into a peaceful reprieve where her thoughts could remain dormant and body relax as she dried. She did not anticipate being withdrawn from her pleasure so soon, but not unpleasantly as an energetic ball of fur plummeted into her belly. X’yrin reared up suddenly, eyes wide and muzzle split into a playful grin. Her muscled front bent down to be level with the giddy pup while waving her tail high in play. “Hello little one,” she spoke softly to the pup, earning a bright smile in return. As the tiny body bound around her, the warrior did her best to keep her in her sights until Sarian darted around to her back attempting to snatch her tail the instant it dropped low. But the woman was too quick, and as the girl jumped for the tail and missed, she went tumbling into the grass again bumping into the towering figure’s back leg. Comically X’yrin lowered her head to peer at the girl between her legs. But she quickly learned it was an unfortunate mistake as a body made of giggles bombarded her face. X’yrin was powerless to dislodge the child and simply suffered the affectionate torture with a smile.
It was not long after that Kiara arrived in the midst of their play. The Nomad’s face might have been taken under siege, but she was still able to note the other’s presence by smell. She returned the greeting howl and a soft bark of her own, too indulged in entertaining the pup for a proper greeting. Word of a messy home did peak her interest, however earning a concerned whine as the vibrant woman looked up from the puppy assault. “How can one so little make a mess?” she wondered aloud, not at all knowing what taking care of a pup entailed.