Daine swoops in for a landing, lighting on the back of the bench. Even though she's in falcon shape, the dogs are thrilled to see her--something she realizes she should have accounted for when the smaller one enthusiastically lunges for her, knocking her clear off the bench. She lands in an untidy heap just in time for the larger dog to snuffle at her, and she uses the dubious cover to shift into a dog shape, herself. There. Now they're on more even footing.

She allows the dogs to sniff her and tumble about a bit with her before asking them to hold off, and they obey, tails fanning the air. Turning her attention to Andrew, she shakes her head. No luck.