Dragoncrest Cliffs Swimming

The early morning was spent hunting. He had managed not to stir Phobos. This had become a sort of routine--Pepper was an early riser. He hadn't always been, but it seemed as if sleep was becoming more difficult to maintain. Even Phobos' gentle stirring could wake him. 

So, tired, he woke up with the sun, giving himself some premium hunting time. The cool air hurt at first, but as the world warmed up, so did his joints. 

His hunt had been successful enough. He managed two rabbits, which he deposited before coming to the water. It was still warm enough in the day to enjoy the water, and while he wasn't fond of the waves at first, he was growing to like them. The deep was still unsettling, but the constant rocking, if he stayed in the shallows, was calming. It felt good. It took weight off of his paws.