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He'd successfully led the bear-children to water. But he couldn't make them like it. Ata appeared to love it. He took the creek as though it were something amazing and splashed around like he'd been born in water. Iqniq abandoned the stick then, dropping it step forward and plant a heavy paw into the water and splash his first born.

Sitamat was cautious as ever. Hesitant and unwilling to venture closer, Iqniq decided it was time to help with that. He padded towards Four and lifted the pup by the scruff. The carrying was likely as uncomfortable for the child as it was for him, but since he was still small enough that Dad won, he was getting an air ride straight to the creek.

Iqniq plopped the boy down by the edge of the water and walked through the ankle deep narrow towards Ping. It seemed as though fox-boy was unamused by the river. A shame, since Iq's feelings towards water were as passionate as Tonravik's opinion on snow. His love of water was something he wished to share.

He nosed Ping, catching his attention before he lowered his head to the water and lapped up a few quick sips. He was sloppy about it and Iqniq moved to let the lingering drops fall on the wolf-fox's head. "Water," he prompted. "Imik" He licked the rest of the water from his lips and nudged the wolf. "Go on. It can be fun."