Dragoncrest Cliffs this guy is a weightlifter, but i can bench an entire continental shelf

Strong strokes of his limbs carried him swiftly back to shore, where his father had appeared to greet him. Ray felt his paws hit sand and broadly grinned.

Aye, da, he said, trotting out of the surf and giving himself an instinctive shake despite the rain that would soon soak his pelt again. I make sure to swim every day so I know the sea and the sea knows me.

He turned back to his father, blinking cobalt blue eyes when he realized he wasn't much shorter than his sire now. He stood somewhere between Meerkat and Njord in height. The last time he'd seen his da, he'd had to look up at him from knee height.

What're you doing? Can I come? he asked with a gentle, hopeful wag of his tail.