There was such a freedom about the woman, such a life, something that most would appreciate, but even more so a mage that could see the swirls and patterns, the bright colours that danced about her with each skip of a foot and each laugh that fell so easily from her mouth.<br/><br/>Peggerty was completely unaware of any danger, even if she was the irraka did not show it at all, she merely danced and shouted within the foam of the waves, her dogs barking about her. Oh but her laughter filled the air and joined the sounds of the sea. They almost seemed to compliment each other. It was such music, such energy, though it would mostly go unnoticed by the more regular folks on the beach.<br/><br/>The uratha threw stones and then a ball for the dogs as they raced through the foam and leap into the waves. She could hear the horses and near see them in the surf. Her passions were growing yet there was a part of her that made Peggerty take notice and stay alert. Craig was uncertain, and as he was pack he needed her protection too.<br/><br/>With that Peg looked back and waved a hand and  then loped in his direction, her clothes soaked from the game, and clung to her lean body, she kicked up the sand and it stuck to her. The dogs played a little longer and then followed their alpha. The smile on the irrika’s face was apparent, she wanted to play. Yet still the twitch of her ears and the flare of her nostrils told Craig she was alert.<br/>