two lefts make a right

The Nereides hadn't bothered to turn and herald the knight's approach, her attentions drawn to the billowing clouds across the sky. Occasionally, they would pass in front of the sun, casting long shadows across the pack's home and cooling the air significantly. During winter, Tethys and her natal pack had retreated to their dens, waiting out the horrible snowy squalls to briefly take dips in their surrounding ocean. The sea had frozen for about a half mile around the coast, and attracted many animals from the north. The wolves didn't have the blubber of these floating creatures, and it was even harder with a fish-based diet that made their coats sleek and oily. Their fur became water-proof, but it couldn't lock in heat, and the air was freezing.

How is your swimming, these days? Tethys asked, tilting her head around with a swish of her tail. The male had settled in to the group quite well in her opinion, providing the necessities and chores all of the males did. And since they were focused on the ocean, some of that had to be water-related. His pelt was starting to take on the sheen of a water-loving wolf.