Ankyra Sound No wings of wax or endless mountains

It was fortunate that Caiaphas lingered there, cradling him so that he couldn't fall into the water, or Ephraim's curiosity would have bested him that day. It was instinct for an animal to kick its legs in water, but likely he was far too small and too weak to succeed at it, so he would have drowned without her intervention. Luckily, his mother was more attentive than that and Ephraim was saved from unintentional suicide.

He leaned as far as he could while fixed in place by Caiaphas' wrist, and it was just far enough for the soft pads of his toes to brush the water's surface. With his weak eyesight, he couldn't see how it rippled gently away from the point of contact, but he did notice with an acute thrum of shock how cold it was. Whipping his paw back to himself with a sharp whine, Ephraim tilted his head back to search his mother's face once more for any sign of alarm; if it didn't scare her then it didn't scare him, even if its newness felt dangerous.