Swiftcurrent Creek oh dear, the soup is burnt

Before she had time to react, Fox was dunked underneath the water, sputtering and spitting as she managed to right herself and breathe in fresh air. With mock anger, the tiny red alpha flung herself at Tuwawi, soaked from head to toe, but no longer caring about staying dry. The spring sun would dry them off quickly once they exited the water, and Fox was not worried about catching a cold.

The fireball bounced her way out of the water, stepping onto the shore and pausing to shake her coat of as much of the water as possible. The yearling took a few happy bounds away from the water, did a one-eighty, and then came barreling toward the creek with vigor. She flung herself at the edge, doing a belly-flop in water that was just deep enough so that she wouldn't hurt herself in the process, hoping to give Tuwawi a good ol' splash in the process.