Redhawk Caldera Her early leaf's a flower

"Hah!" She had a good point. The island would never be a trap for him, not unless he aged to the point where he could no longer swim. He readied himself, doing a couple stretches, quirking an ear when she mentioned yet again some big old fish that she seemed to think could pose a threat. At the mention of his cousin, he merely rolled his eyes. "My cousin's a drama-queen," he commented, not knowing exactly which cousin it was that Ceridwen was talking about- but he was given enough of a hint to assume she was talking about the feisty Frolic. 

He wasn't discouraged, and merely shrugged, knowing he wouldn't need Ceridwen to come in after him. "What'd I say...." He said, trying to remember exactly what move it was he said he was going to do. "Oh! A back-howl-super-dive-with-a-twist!" He said, and he bolted for the ledge. 

In his head, the choreography should have been fairly simple. He intended to jump from the ledge, sling his hindquarters forward so that he would rotate backwards, and fall bum-first into the water while twisting a bit in mid air, complete with a howl. Out of all of those moves, he accomplished relatively little; he did let out a happy cry as he leapt, though it was nowhere near the majestic how he'd wanted. He did land bottom first in the water, but he'd failed to do the twist altogether. He hit the surface of the water with a splash, and emerged almost immediately afterwards. 

He spluttered, and barked happily. "You see that? That was- that was something different but it was pretty good!" He hollered as he paddled his way back to shore.