Stavanger Bay summer chillin.

Surra was hoping that she would respond positively to his moment of slight bravery, and he was not disappointed. "If it makes you want to play, sure!" His chest felt light when she said this, and he couldn't help but smile. As she bounded towards him through the water he let her come, maintaining his crouch, and letting a playful growl escape his lips. She brought her front legs up and they landed square on his shoulder and ribcage, pushing him down into the cool water. For a moment, time slowed in Surra's mind, as his eyes opened underwater and all he could see was the white coat of Julooke, distorted by the surface of the water. Something in his stomach fluttered.

But before he could think too much about it, the epsilon twisted, getting his back paws underneath him and bringing his head, neck and body up out of the water. He tried to get his front paws against Julooke's shoulder and playfully push her over into the water as well. Regardless of if he was successful or not, he quickly pulled back, splashing away a few lateral bounds, out of her reach. Once again his fur was dripping, and the dark mane down the back of his neck was plastered messily down, but this time Surra didn't care as much. The young male was enjoying himself too much. "How's that?" He called back to her with an impish grin, referring to his offer to help her wash the blood off. 'You look pretty great to me', Surra almost, almost said, but the words stuck in his throat at the last second. Another second later he internally kicked himself, embarrassed for even thinking about saying that to her. It was so unlike him!