Ouroboros Spine you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless

Not a smelly pelt! 

Panuk laughed, still dragging the makeshift surfboard as his large feet thumped behind her. His eyes danced as he watched her approach the lake on eager paws and splash water around her golden body. Like sunlight on the sea. It made him giddy. 

The young druid positioned her board at the top of a slope that would carry her down to the water. He didn't know how well she'd travel. Thoughtful, Pan thought that if he gave her a slight push, she should be able to float right across the surface of the lake. 

Come here! Let's make you fly on water, he urged her, laughing.