“Oh and there is me thinking you would ask them to join us.” That smile remained as Prg kissed her lover on the cheek.  “Can I ask…” she said quietly, “Is it about like the scent one of the boys or you know…” even more quietly, “territory.” The irrika was very interested about it, did mages have territories too? As it was she knew very little about them, just as he likely did not know too much about her.<br/><br/>Peggerty appeared relaxed, she was not worried; after all they were walking in broad daylight, what could go wrong? It was unlikely anyone would be foolish enough to make a direct attack. So keeping the dogs close and her lover closer the uratha walked and ate, taking in the scent of the sea. It was calling as it always did. Singing to her, “So….” she said as they walked “I was going to tell you the tale of the Mousehole Cat.”<br/><br/>Of course she was no wolf reborn under the gibbous moon, but on the other hand Peggerty could hold a tale, especially one from her birthplace, “Or would you rather I told you tales of smugglers…” Of course the irraka was alert but she continued to appear calm and relaxed, as if all was normal. Which in many ways it was.<br/><br/>As it was a run on the beach and through the surf would be fun and would tire the boys out.<br/>