The nocturnal risylkie was a little crestfallen and surprised that one of his own didn't know how to use her nose to follow to the sea. Still this was an adventure although his mouth seemed to be filled with the taste of ichor from his haul out of the bog onto the land. His ishium rose again and began to take on a little more glow.

"You know, that isn't a half bad idea." He said with a wink, the asked. "So is there someplace deep enough I can wash off this mud and wait out until it gets dark?"