Alecto honks loudly in acknowledgement and slips back up onto the land, letting his son scramble off his back and run to his father, colliding with his legs and throwing his damp around them. Alecto inches forward and extends his neck to press his damp, briny snout to Joshua's chin in lieu of a real kiss before he flops over onto his side, content. He's listening to his son babble on and grunts comically when the boy jumps back onto him, burying his face into Alecto's soft, wet fur.