Qeya River i have no other god but myself

In the Great Beyond, Malrok was swimming. Or thinking about swimming. He stood on the edge of a vast sea, letting the lukewarm water tickle his toes, feeling the sand recede beneath him with the tides. He lay down upon his belly and enjoyed lounging in the surf, rolling over, dirtying his fur. . .

A bit of seaweed floated past, tickling his nose. He sneezed. 

And sneezed himself into consciousness, where he was indeed awash in warm. . .piss.

His blue eyes popped open, and his muzzle wrinkled tight in distaste. It was only a little bit, but he'd fallen asleep with head next to his brother's rear, and thus the tide had come to settle near his lips.

He edged away from the odor and the noise, blinking sleepily at the stramash Attuaserk had wrought.