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

The golden man struggled. Drusk had always found swimming to be an entertaining pastime, especially given the rarity of water where he had grown up; so when he heard the splashing and frothing, he turned in a circle with only the top of his own head visible.

He did not see Gavrel initially. The lake was calming down and it wasn't until a subtle panic began to set in that they surfaced, grabbing for Drusk's tail. The boy whipped it away from those teeth and motioned as if to snap his own, crocodilian.

Having never played before, he did not see this action as a game but as an offensive; he paddled more fervently towards the shore and as soon as he found purchase again he was standing half-anchored by his front fists, and kicking at the water as he tried to hurry out again.