Stavanger Bay ready to sail ya seadogs

Embry laughed, but it was cut short as he was pushed under. The current pulled at him and he used it to roll out of reach in the briny depths, refreshed by the cool waters but nonetheless chilled. He managed to gurgle a retort, but it was lost amidst bubbles.

When he surfaced, he made sure to rise with enough force to splash the girl before he made a break for the shore. His strong limbs pushed through the water in sheer muscle memory, for it had been a while since he had truly swum like this and he knew he would be sore in the morning for all of the workout.

"Alright, alright," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not so egotistical as you to care that much." He was teasing, of course, because in all honesty a good pack must be full of wolves like these, with such passion for success. He might have envied it at the time, had he not been freezing and of a more complacent nature.