She watches them exchange glances between each other and a soft smile (but one with many meanings) appears on her features ever so slightly. Judas identifies himself and she makes sure that she knows his scent. The other, more timid, of her brothers hangs back but only slightly. They exchange tenative sniffs, efforts to cement scents into memory identified as family. She watches Praetor carefully, reading the boys timid and wary body language easily. The navy stare was soon switched back to Judas where he demanded to know if they had more siblings. She laughs as he asks and nods. "Yes. Two more sisters. Their names are Octavia and Cersei. Octavia is quiet and observative. Cersei is loud and obnoxious. Perhaps they will be at the beach today." She had no idea where her litter mates were or if they struggled with the newest siblings the way Maradona did. Perhaps she would seek Cersei out after she had returned the boys to Mother.

She stands up, towering over them. It was funny all the changes that could happen in a year. She was now long and lanky, unproportionate in her growth spurts. Maradona would eventually even out, becoming the perfect combination of her parents yet she was still in the awkward times of growing and gangliness. She did not need Judas to urge her forward but she did not fail to watch as Judas attempted to dominate her. There was the slightest wrinkle to her muzzle as she watched that action. "There is not that much to understand. But you best keep up, I do not stop for slow-pokes." Her patience was being tested with them, that was sure but she was trying her best to hide her emotions and motives. How would she be able to spy and learn secrets if everyone could read her emotions so easily? Never.

She was off at a slow trot, barely acknowledging that there was a stark difference betweent their small legs and her long ones. She heads towards the crashing, roaring waves. It wasn't too long of a journey and every now and then she cast a glance behind her to make sure the boys were following. When she reaches the dunes, she stops. Here was her lookout point, and here she would allow her brothers to first take a look at the expanse of the ocean. She had choosen a place that did not have the Island blocking the view of the largest body of non-drinkable water Maradona had ever seen. "This brothers, this is the ocean. Breath-taking, is it not?" Her navy gaze watches them as look. She remembered her excitement of meeting the ocean for the first time though she was much older than they were. She glances out at the blue-green expanse and inhales the salty air greedily. She gives them only a small amount of time before she weaves between the seagrasses and onto the beach proper to scavange for something delicious to eat. She does not tell them to follow but rather allows them to make their own decisions.

My tongue
will taste of gin and malicious intent