Ocean's Breath Plateau won't give pause until the blood is flowing

"It is if you don't know what you're doing" she remarked, but not unkindly. Wren had her reservations when she first started too. It scared her to think she may drown, but luckily she had taught herself to be a strong swimmer before that lesson. She might have made her new friends scream and dive after her.

Lovecraft posed a challenge though - one she was eager to show off and succeed in. "Ha" the brunette laughed briefly, flicking her tail once "a girl's gotta eat, whether the sun is shining or not!" And in she went. The leap was practiced and posed, graceful but also wild. She flopped into the coming wave so the water cushioned her fall. 

Cold water was welcomed after the humid summer. Her thick fur kept the warmth in her body so it didn't spill out of her pores. Wren's eyes blinked underwater, feeling the vibrations of fish trying to escape. She darted out, snapping a ripe one. Blood soaked the surface of the water and she didn't come up right away. Relishing the cold depths for a brief moment, she pushed off the sandy ground and took in air.

A large, silvery fish was lodged in her jaws as she broke the surface. Soaking from head to tail, she stomped to land.