Larksong Grotto We are thankful for our iron lung

From the corner of Reek's eye, he saw movent -- the quick swish of a tail-fin cutting though the still water like a knife though butter. Reek lurched forward, jaws parted as he crashed face first into the lake in pursuit. With his mouth clasping shut around nothing but water, Reek found the fish to be too fast for him. It slipped away, out of reach and out of sight during all the commotion. Inwardly, he cursed himself for letting his meal slip away as he breached from the water to try again.

His attempt has surely scared the fish and all of it's ilk away, but before the thought crossed his mind, the sound of another wading out into the water caught his attention. He turned his soaked head, hoping to see Vuk on the approach, but instead saw Zaavier. Though mildly dissapointed that he wasn't the pale wolf whom occupied Reek's thoughts as of late, he couldn't help but shoot Zaavier a small smile.

"A swim?" He asked, returning his greeting with a friendly and damp nudge. It had been so long since Reek had taken a proper swin -- not since he called the beaches of Ankyra home. Perhaps it would be nice to cut loose and have a little bit of fun for once. For the first time in a long while, Reek felt up to it. "That actually sounds really nice," he said.

"It'll probably do you some good too," he continued, eyes falling on Zaavier's injured shoulder.