He watched as their father waded into the water. The initial interest in the still-flopping fish was lost upon the wildness of the water. Why was it doing that? Dad didn't say... but he did offer an invitation to join him.
"Would any of you like to try?"
Archer came forward, looking over his shoulder at Oleander and Eros. The way those dark ears flattened was not lost on the white-furred boy, but he watched with keen interest. First, Archer mimicked, then... there he went, down into the water, soaking wet.
Oleander's first instinct made him dive after his brother, but then he, too, was overwhelmed. All around his limbs and underside, he felt the strange fish fins slap and squirm about. One was even bold enough to snap at the boy's fair tail. He let out a yelp, spinning on his lanky legs to catch the beast that did it. And, while he crouched down into the shallows, legs splayed for balance and grip in the silt, he tried to fish. Sharp puppy teeth snagged on scale and fin alike and he eventually came up. Gasping for breath with a shake of his waterlogged head, he looked at his father and brother for guidance.
OLEANDER | | Nobody gets me like you do I'm not the same, not after you |