Bramble Falls old wooden

His feigning worked - Eros' head bobbed up and down enthusiastically. The child would have gone on about what he knew of the endless water, but there was other fun to be had. It didn't occur to him how cold the water might be, or how long that icey wet might stay in his fur. All he knew was that the other party had made some indication of wanting him to do it, that the way down looked very fun, and that it would be one more thing he could combat @Archer's superior intelligence and decorum with.

I'm going to go down here...

"Okay," Eros tossed the man's back a toothy smile, deciding that he liked this Cole just as he had liked Seri. How many more friends would he find, when the other youth came to show him the world?

"Three, two," he counted down as slowly as he could muster, giving the wolf time. Thankfully, by the time he reached "one!" and glanced down, he saw Sir Vanhalem give his nod and waited not a second longer to propel himself off the edge and into the falls.

The cold enveloped him all at once, and he hit the pool below before he could process what it was like to fall through water. His father's training kicked in, and while the force of the falls strove to twist and twirl him, he was able to right himself and pull free, breaching the surface with a gasping breath.

(This post was last modified: Jan 30, 2022, 12:07 AM by Eros.)

There was a subtle hit of paranoia, as the boy began to count and he kept himself at the waters edge. His lips lined flat and nose high, toes gripping the odd mixture of sand and rock beneath his pads until the explosion lifted and the crashing of water hit his ears. Perhaps a smarter man would have made sure the boy could swim, and not to say that he wasn't smart but he knew at the very least he could tussle with him in the water just enough to get him out, being that he expected he could touch just enough.

The icy water was a shock to feverish skin, his head arched up as if to try and avoid it, trickling down his ashy neck and reminding him just how much he needed a bath. As if an old man finally sitting up from the arch of a wooden chair - he began to wade his way in the winters cold water as sort of a life raft if the boy needed it, watching for his muzzle to go under again with no words creasing his lips.

Eros was able to stay afloat, and began top paddle toward the man who confused him by already being in the way too. His brows drew closer together as he spoke.

"I thought you didn't wanna get wet."

When he was closer to both the older wolf and the shore, his paws touching frigid, silty bottom, he smiled even with chattering teeth.

"Didja change yer mind?"

Because if so, he had a splash locked and loaded, ready to go...