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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐓. The cookie-and-cream coloured pitty would give a little harumph when she needed to stop to use the bathroom, and in that way, they were finely coordinated partners. Marble’s leash is in Perry’s hand, the time of night making way for fewer run ins with other people who might be apprehensive or fearful of such an animal (though Marble is completely reliable and would never approach anyone without Perion’s go-ahead).
Her hands and body ache is a distant sort of way, three days out from a fight she’d won, the bruises now a vague brown and black on her face and knuckles. At least, those are the only visible bruises on her person, the rest are hidden under her clothes. A wool turtleneck and a waterproof jacket, warm pants and sturdy boots for taking the hiking trail near the beaches and cliffs. Perion pauses by the lookout, watching the water and the boats. It’s calm enough tonight, with only a slight breeze.
Marble shimmies her way between Perion’s legs when she leans on the lookout railing and lies down, always a lookout when Perion’s back is turned. After a few minutes of gazing, both at the water and the clear night sky, Marble whisper-barks and stands up, alerting Perion to someone approaching, though she doesn’t move. Perion looks behind her and spots the tall man coming up the path from docks a just out of sight. He seems wet, but she can’t be sure in the dark.
