Dog? Shadow decided to be the official greeter, and trotted over to greet his fellow canine. Or the woman that had the leash. Considering how he looked at both of them, tail wagging, it was hard to know. Both could be playmates, right?
Mel had gotten side tracked by someone trying to write a poem under a tree, and stopped to read it over. They were wanna be goth, and the attempt to make it so was almost painful. It'd taken some time to set them on the right track, and as she got closer, she saw the friend that Shadow was trying to make. Eyes hidden behind her sunglasses, she shoved her hands deeper into the pockets of her cargo capris. "He's friendly," she called out before anyone could really worry.