Larksong Grotto We are thankful for our iron lung

Zaavier watched as the alpha attempted to catch a fish, ears pricked. The hunt failed, but the lanky brute didn't care. He listened as Reek spoke. He guessed his alpha hadn't swam for a long while and a mischevious smile formed on his handsome features. It slowly began to fade as he followed Reeks eyes to his shoulders. With the help of the water, the aching was subsiding, but with every movement, it fired up a bit. However, Zaavier knew that stretching it and moving it around was a good way to help it heal, so he gave a nod to his leader. "Yeah, probably," He admitted with a sheepish smile. 

Without looking back, the coyote-like wolf launched himself into the deeper part of the lake, splashing his dark furred friend in the process. He made sure to used his shoulder as little as possible, but it felt a lot better with the chilly liquid splashing against it. He swam in a circle or two before glancing back at Reek. "So, when was the last time you swam? For me, it was like years ago. It's nice to do it again." Even though Zaavier had matured a lot throughout his years, it was still great to act like a pup sometimes. He was truely young at heart.