Ankyra Sound Any wind means we're running

The steady drip-drip of water somewhere in the cave was the only sound aside from their echoing voices; he could get used to the silence here, not that he didn't like the rustle of leaves or the clack of empty branches or the rush of the sea. Down here everything seemed muted so that even the water on the coastline was barely a hushed whisper. The longer he stayed down here and the longer he entertained his sentiment, the more ardent Ephraim felt about Drageda's right to defend the cove.

Tux bravely risked one of his toes—his fast toe? or maybe another toe—to touch the cold water, and Ephraim watched with bated breath. If the Rauna lost one of his digits over Ephraim's curiosity, he would feel like the shittiest wolf in the entire world. He almost called out for Tux to stop, to not bother, it wasn't worth it... but then his toe had broken the surface, and nothing happened.

He let his breath out in a low whoosh and stepped close so that his own petite toes nearly brushed the surface as they clutched the bowl-like edge of the pool. It seemed like normal water and it hadn't hurt Tux... and he desperately wanted to know what was making it glow like that. Okay. Go time. We should explore more. But... Friend, he quietly requested, if I die, bring my body home. Then without any warning whatsoever, he crouched forward and dunked his entire head in and tried to open his eyes.

Turns out opening your eyes underwater kind of sucks until you get used to it. It didn't hurt him but the sensation wasn't welcome and he hauled back his head with a gasp, blinking wildly. He hadn't seen what was causing the glow either, so that was disappointing.