Ankyra Sound perast

His watery reflection shivered and split into a hundred small pieces.

Woah, watch your step. He laughed at himself. They used to call him an imbranato. Only, this wasn't him being clumsy. It was something else, undeniably. Had the current always been this strong? Beneath him, his paws seemed to move of their own accord, scrabbling for purchase.

Was this a riptide, the one he had always heard about but never quite believed in?

The shore fell further and further away from him. Minchia, where was up? Where was down? Not even enough time to pray. Saltwater blinded him, flooded his mouth. He spluttered for air, he was tossed aside by so many cubic feet of ocean.

Then just as soon as he was dragged out he was spat back out again. He stood chest-deep in water, coughing and shaking. As he turned to survey his surroundings he saw what seemed to be a moving pile of white wool, which scared the shit out of him.