They had a slow, rambling start to the day and were still setting a markedly slow pace owing largly to trying to walk staight down the exposed beachline at first. That had worked better for Gully than it had for Lexi. It helped to have a longer stride for stepping right over the larger washes of water and four legs for balance in places were it wasn't wet enough for the sand to have firmed up yet.
The flush on Lexi's exposed skin was deepening by the hour making her uncomftable in her own skin. For the first time in her short life she regretted taking after her mom's side of the family. Before today she had loved her fair complexion.
Well into their march when they had barely made it to a section of sand with the start of a jungle backdrop they mutually agreed that they were getting nowhere fast and made an abrupt turn for the treeline and firmer footing. The spotty canopy of broad leaves cut the rain fall in half, but they remained damp. It was not a refreshingly cold rain to walk through. The weather was muggy and combined with their body heat the pair was gently steaming as they dragged along.
Too pleased with this to cover it with rain, so imagine it's one of those miserable tropic rains that refuses to end. And hey, I remembered Gully's horn this time!