Davian and Lake finally got to the beach hours after breakfast, the Alpha held a large picnic basket in hand and his mate's hand in the other as they leisurely made their way across the white sand.
He had slathered them both down in sunscreen, Lake wearing a hat and sunglasses and a light outer robe. It was late in the morning but the sun was already pretty warm, the frothing white waves lapping at their feet.
"I want to take my shoes off," Lake announced, the Omega was walking ahead, and if Davian wasn't holding onto his hand, he would have run off the moment they got to the beach.
"It's too dangerous," Davian dissuaded, glancing down at the sharp glinting sand with disapproval.
Lake was hardly listening, abruptly dropping down to pick up something that caught his eye. "It's a seashell," He announced his find, holding it up to Davian.