Gilded Bay we’ll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom

"Ew." he said reflexively when the wolf said that a crab was like a spider. He knew spiders. For the most part, they didn't do much but he had watched one eat once. It was creepy, how still it was...and then how it was suddenly too fast to see until it had its prey. Diaval hadn't felt the same about the small, strange-looking creatures since then.

So, they hurt you but not really? The greyscale boy hardly even noticed the term 'pretty', becoming accustomed to how the other wolf talked. He was just...weird. He didn't like the idea of any pain but if he said it didn't hurt...well, fine. Diaval was growing weary of the whole thing. He had thought they were coming for a fish but there was so much more to it than that. As the other wolf listed off several creatures that Diaval also did not know, the boy shook his head.

To back out now would be extremely rude. He didn't know what was going on. He was just going to do it.

"Uh, okay." he said in a voice that made it sound like it was not okay. He stared into the pool again and, after a moment, began to lower his muzzle into it. He got to his eyeballs before he backed away, shaking his head. "No, no...I just...maybe I shouldn't..." how the heck was he supposed to get out of this? "C-can you just...get it...?" he asked, some misery creeping into his voice.

Now he knew he was being rude and ungrateful.