[color=D6CC88][u][b]Riverside[/b][/u]

"OldDan says fishing takes lots of patience and us whippersnappers move too much," the girl said, taking off her shoes and setting them by Ethan's.  "So...maybe a long time?"  Ethan's estimate surprised her, as did him wading in.  How was he going to catch fish with his hands?  They were slippery, and always wriggled away from any child that managed to get ahold of one, leading to more splashing and shrieking and giggles.  The corners of her mouth turned down for a moment before she forced herself to smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.  "I wanna see you catch a big fish with your bare hands, Ethan!" Amuné told him, moving towards the edge of the water.

Wyth looked at her, then Ethan, before stretching and finding a sunny spot to lie down, resting his head on his front paws and half lidding his eyes.  He had decided that the man wasn't a threat for now, and he was sure he could be at his girl's side in plenty of time if something should happen.  And of course it did.  Wyth was on his feet at once as the man started hollering and splashing and otherwise making a racket, racing to where his girl was dipping her feet in the shallows and herding her back by means of his considerable bulk.

"Ethan?!" she called, voice shooting up quite high in concern.  "W-what is it?  What's wrong?  Are you okay?"  She was seized by a sudden fear that something might happen to him and then she'd be left without anyone else.  Cecil was a machine, and the girl still wasn't sure what to make of him, and Wyth was family but not people.  Ethan was the adult, the one she was inclined to look to for guidance.  What would she do if he was gone?[/color]