Gilded Bay Standing in the open light

When his brain registers that it indeed was not a fish that bit him he almost dies when she emerges from the water like a hydra. This unholy creature from the depths of the waters that were known to eat men, whales, and entire ships alike. Yet this is no hydra, it’s just another wolf and he’s sighing at the sight of her when the water settles. 

He’s been splashed rather efficiently so his white fur sticks to his form as he looks to them. An expression of obvious, but comical, disappointment shown on his handsome mug. 

“Why?” He asks. He’s being serious but he can’t help a smile that starts creeping up on his lips. Now that he knows that she was probably just fucking with him he’s not as pissed but still. To her though, surely this would be hilarious.