Caribbean inlet, early afternoon

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is sitting in the sun, bare-chested and sprawling on a picturesquely fallen palm tree trunk, a large bottle of drink and a basket of food by his side. He's spread a towel in the sand, but Franz the dog is lying on that, snoring peacefully. Urquhart has brought a book as well, but at the moment, he's just looking over the lake, the sun

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[weplayparts]

A small red fox creeps close to the basket of food, nose twitching in curious investigation.

She smells the dog before she sees it, but she's got the tree trunk serving as a barrier between them as she sneaks closer, paws silent on sand.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is looking up at the palm trees and the sky, never thinking of hungry foxes.

The dog whines softly in his sleep.

[weplayparts]

She smells the drink, too. And the man. Some scents are more familiar to her nose than others.

Her tail twitches, briefly, soft and deliberate along the outside of the man's thigh.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart looks down at the unexpected soft touch.

He doesn't even startle before he realises who that must be; instead, he smiles and touches the bushy tail-tip.

[licensed_pro]

There is a young man--barefoot, shirtless, with his jeans getting damp as he walks in the wet sand by the water. Urquhart should recognize him from a fair distance, at least.

[scots_wolf]

"Hello there!" Urquhart calls over.

[licensed_pro]

"Hello," he returns, having wandered closer. "You look to be enjoying the afternoon."

Charles is prolonging his day off. He's been busy lately, and sleeping a full night alone is helping.

[scots_wolf]

"I am," Urquhart says. "You look rather relaxed, too."

Urquhart leans back. The sunlight makes his blond hair and the pelt on his chest and arms glimmer golden.