Serpent Lake that's not a riot - its a feast (lets eat)

So many words, and all of them pointless, pissing off like rainwater through a gutter. Who knows to where they were spirited away, or if the kid thought Gavrel was making convoluted noises for the hell of it.

He flinched at the flash of teeth.

Aghhh, he growled, but not maliciously. I've been too nice to you.

But his attention was fickle, and Gavrel was secretly pleased that he had healed enough to move freely on land and in water. You would've had to put him through thumbscrews to get this out of him.

He chewed his lip for a few seconds, then thought, fuck it, and plunged into the shallows, bracing himself against the cold but getting struck full-body by the shock of it still, barely managing to not take in a lungful of lake.

He did not surface immediately, instead nosing around in the chaos of bubbles and half-dark as he sought to pull at Drusk's tail, though maybe that wasn't the best idea -- it was just as likely he'd get mildly concussed by a flailing paw.