Maedhros brings up his right arm to shield his eyes from the sand, but otherwise he does not move from were he's sitting. The otters have decided he makes a more fun obstacle to climb than to try to push him to the ground, so they are scurrying up and down his back. One of the bolder ones have planted itself on the top of his head, quite pleased with it's lofty vantage point it squeaks an chatters in delight.

There's a small smile tugging at his lips as he watches the game of tag and he encourages a few of the otters climbing him to join in on the game as well. The one sitting on his head, however, refuses to leave it's prized spot behind.