Dahnny rolled her eyes.
"I do my own laundry anyway, but my mom would kill me if I ruined anything,' she went on, matter of factly with her hands planted to her hips. She tilted her head to the side.
"But I don't know... mud might be a good look on you," she teased, flicking at some of the flippy mud pieces creeping down from his hair onto his face. She even flicked at some gooped on his shoulder. She shook her head and turned towards the water, when the sight of something made her breath catch in her throat.
There was a pair of wild coyotes, but they disappeared into the thick brush, which made her wonder if it wasn't just some figment of her imagination. When did coyotes ever venture this close to a person?