Hidden Grotto Fishing for one

<b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Sure you do, it's not like rocks can swim. Just make a splash, like you." He retorted whilst backing up his suggestion that Atiris resembled a rock. A toothy grin spread over his handsome black muzzle as he continued to flap his forepaws up and down sending waves of water from the pool into her direction, or any direction for that matter seeing as he was getting just as wet from his own splashes as she was. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"I bet you even think like a rock." He murred, still grinning like before. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"You kinda look like a rock." He then added completely randomly, still standing there with the water lapping up against his sides quite enjoying the water fight.

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Atiris was not easily angered, but she did absolutely adore to partake in verbal and physical spars. She'd always been the gung-ho type, living without a great deal of moderation or calm.. She enjoyed calamity, which for her was a good thing- her youngest years had been full of trials, failures and triumphs. She'd lived through a landslide, had moved to a completely different area with her parents, the pack alphas, she'd lived through the murder of her father and subsequent death of her mother and had seen their pack dissolve after the murder planted the seed of suspicion. She had felt grief, but had dealt well with the constant stream of change.

She swam a bit closer to him, taking his insults and splashes in stride just until she could feel the rocky ground beneath her paws. His final stab was enough and with a toothy grin Atiris crouched in the shallows and emitted a low growl. "I'll rock you, bonehead!" She said and charged toward him. Even if she missed him she'd still get him quite wet, but Atiris did not intend to miss- Weldering had asked for it and Atiris was ready to bring it.

<b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Bonehead!" He gasped with amusement, his own grin fixed across his handsome ebony features. Play fighting like this was something he had never really endured before, not even whilst growing up seeing as his littermate Xionah and himself had been separated. As a yearling he'd managed to find a couple of others that enjoyed a good game of chase but never anyone that he felt a good enough connection too to be able to rough up a little.

Weldering was barely able to stand in the fairly deep water, perhaps this was why his balance was not exactly great coupled with the fact that the bow wave of her change knocked him back slightly even before she tackled into him. Stumbling over further into the shallows on his side he tried to quickly reattain his former stance on his paws and upright before his gaped jaws lifted up attempting to chomp playfully on her chest.

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