Whitefish River I've never been afraid of any deviation.

Zig smiled at her question, dipping his face in the water and bringing it back out before speaking. I've been near some form of water my whole life, he answered as he shook the excess water from his face, remembering his pre-Ironsea life fondly. As far as he could remember, he had spent as much time as he could in some kind of water. In fact, it was weird to see him with a completely dry coat, his brown-black fur usually damp with sand clinging to the hairs in various places. Some would think that uncomfortable, but Zig felt quite the opposite about it. 


When Erzulie leapt up from the water frantically, Zig stood, alarm on his face. What's wrong? he asked as he moved to inspect her and her area for anything that might have caused her harm.