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

Getting to the shore, he does not shake the water loose or do anything beyond find his footing, wheeling about, and posturing towards the danger as it presents itself, certain that he was being attacked. His low-lying paranoia having been proven true, again, as always.

His shoulders are bunched, his body is rigid, and he whale-eye glares in the direction of where the other wolf emerges from the water. He holds back for only a moment, and in that moment Gavrel is on the ground but he hasn't been touched.

The other man is on his back, sprawling, offering up his belly for evisceration—which doesn't make any sense at all to Drusk, and makes his brain short-out for a second longer. The benefit of this offset the defensive posturing and the rage; he slowly approaches the soggy body of his friend (?) with a stiffened posture and arcing tail.

A rumble following each step, billowing from his chest.

Drusk investigates; cautious, suspicious, ready for anything.