Lake Rodney All My Life I've Been Fighting

Small White unassuming. At first his first thought was Atka, but he quickly quelled that thinking, not caring to wonder why he wanted it to be her. Instead she was different colors, different size, almost smaller it seemed.

He chuffed at her, but didn't move from his spot. Red eyes boring into her fur, her skin, her body. She was pretty he supposed. Delicate. He could make her happy if she wanted, though he realized he didn't want too right now. It was too hot. So he swam again.

You're welcome to join, little cloudstorm. If you'd like. It's cooler than out there, where hell's teeth nip you.