Qeya River četiri

He grinned when she bolted ahead; he’d expected no less, after all, and was glad for the run. Now his wildly beating heart had some use- and he kept pace with her, at times dropping behind just so that he could surge forward along her other shoulder. 

The spray of water was doubled as Ksura barreled in after her, letting out a sharp whoop as the chill sank through his fur and to his skin. He laughed, a high and giddy sound as he paddled, knowing he would acclimatize more quickly if he kept moving. 

He turned to paddle toward her, grinning like a crocodile.