Lake Rodney Stop, drop, and roll, children.

A smirk adorned her lips and her words brought a laugh to his maw. Shaking his head, Nico flashed her a winning smile, lifting a shoulder in a shrug, "you wish," he called, a hint of playful challenge evident in his eyes. When she said the three words, he was off, limbs propelling as he moved swiftly through the water. Nico had always been a good swimmer; it was something akin to an inborn skill, so, when he trained in the army, he'd gotten exeptionally good. Obviously, lack of training would've slowed him down. Nevertheless, he was still faster than most wolves, and he was confident he could win this challenge.

Although, he was always open to the chance of him losing, given the fact that it would be nice to see who could beat him. "You are so dead," Nico shouted as he swam, eyes narrowing against the water droplets that threatened to splash into his eyes.