Märet ducks gleefully down into the oncoming waves, dunking his head in the salt water. It's quite cold, and he emerges a moment later, howling and sputtering, but still gleeful. He turns to see Jack coming up behind him with the towel, and shakes his head sharply.
"Nuh-uh! Stay there!" Not that he's ever had much luck at bossing anyone around.
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"Nuh-uh! Stay there!" Not that he's ever had much luck at bossing anyone around.