perched in the dark

Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a dog - a dog that Liam could swear he had seen before. But it wasn't until he noticed Iskra walking down the beach that the soldier put two and two together. A broad, welcoming smile broke out on his face as he raised a hand in a friendly wave - only to pause, head tilted to one side, as the dog stopped to snarl at him. A faint frown appeared on his features then. He didn't have a pet or companion or whatever the dog was of his own, but he'd never been growled at quite so fiercely before, and he wasn't sure what to do now that the creature seemed to have decided he was less friend and more foe. Well, that was fine. He didn't need the dog to like him - or the man, for that matter, although he had no quarrel with Iskra. He had the Family, and that was all he needed. "I don't remember your dog being so protective," he called out over the crash of the surf, aiming for lighthearted even as his gaze stayed on the canine. "Everything okay?" Liam I am the patron saint of lost causes