Craig looked over at the smaller woman, no, she was by no means hard to look at, but he was not the staring type. Not because he was just that smooth, more like his mother drilled manners into him at a young age. He didn't make a move to introduce himself to the pack,no kneeling and "come 'ere boys," they would come to him when they were of mind. Sometimes it didn't take to rush animals.<br/><br/><em>Lugh,most call me Lugh, its nice to meet you Peggerty,Freddy, Enach. Tides shifted and its coming in, I was about to head out, care to join me?</em><br/><br/>Yes, he even introduced himself to the dogs, with a nod and their names. His accent was cosmopolitan Virginia, a combination of Southern style and city life. A slow, and soft voice, that could curl about the ear and wrap about a person like a blanket, but it was tempered with lack of a serious drawl or twangy sound. Up close she could see he wore his hair shorter, but not burred to the scalp and not surfer long, it was still damp from the water he had splashed earlier. Not much in the way of body fat, or much she could not imagine about his general build considering the way the way the body glove held him like a second skin.<br/><br/>A faint breeze stirred and moved across the sand, it would not be hard for Peg to catch his scent, even in human form. She could smell a male, simple and unadulterated. A hard and honest work on his skin. He was without most of the chemical smells of aftershave, no cologne, none of the typical overriding odors of modern society. That was not to say he reeked, no, just that he didn't have the cocktail of smells that are common today.<br/><br/><em>You are welcome to join me if you are of mind Peggerty, wasting a wave is an affront to nature.</em><br/><br/>He smiled as he said it, caught between a joke and serious, but he did begin to take steps for the water that was rapidly coming to greet them.