Cerulean Cape At The Edge

Diaval hated the ocean and he'd forgotten about that while he'd been with Keyni. Now that they were about to wade into it, he was quickly reminded. The cold, the saltiness, the way it left his fur itchy and dry. Diaval hadn't been many places but he thought that no matter where he went, the sea would always be among his least favorites. 

"Yeah. Me, too." She waded in and he followed with a reluctant frown on his face. He watched her, wincing as the waves lapped against his legs and pulled at his fur. A drop hit him in the face and he realized how much this was going to hurt. A glutton for punishment Diaval was not. He watched Keyni, taking his cue from her and when she ducked down, he hesitated a moment longer and stuck his head under the water.

The pain was immediate and sharp. Pulling his head from the waves didn't quiet it. Glancing at her to make sure she was okay, he headed back to dry sand. His muzzle throbbed. When he stepped clear of the sea foam, he shook his coat out - careful to step away and avoid Keyni - and turned to her.

"Ow." he whined. "How are your ears?"