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While he wasn't particularly keen on having to swim in cold water, getting hand-picked to go and do something alone with his mother pleased him. It was flattering, being chosen- and reassuring, knowing that his mother would likely discourage and tag-alongs, since this was a task she'd specifically asked him to help with. 

He was quiet as they made their way to the beach, willing and obedient, fond of the comfort he felt in his mother's presence. With just the rush of the lapping waves in his ears, his fraying nerves seemed to mend. 

He eyed the roving waves with a faint frown. He did not fear the water, but dreaded the touch of its chill. Already the wind had begun to grow colder and while his fur had thickened, he suspected no winter coat could ever truly keep the icy pierce of cold water from reaching his skin. At low tide, he hoped they would not have to go in too deep.