Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

"I mostly just named Easy," he admitted, wading toward Catori with steady but graceless steps. He was not a strong swimmer, but he was sure enough on his paws, despite the day's misfortune. So he wasn't worried as moved deeper into the water, not stopping until the water reached his chest and a familiar sensation punched through his scarred flank.

"Holy shit!" he gasoed, sqsqueeze his eyes shut and fruiting his teeth aagainst the sudden pain. The grapefruit-grapefruit-sized circle of scar tissue on his flank felt as though it was on fire, and Grayday was sure - for a moment - that he'd been bitten again.

But when he looked back at the old injury and saw that it looked much as it always did, the leader realized that it was merely a reaction to the cold. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and looked sheepishly back toward Catori.

"Sorry. It was colder than I expected," he excused, embarrassed by his outburst and show of weakness.