Cerulean Cape Washed

The wolf dog wearing his bright orange necklace of life saving shifted his posture as he looked over Atoztli's features after his retort. He, indeed, had just been spat from the depths, but he found himself harboring some unique pep. Was it the adrenaline still coursing through and his delight to still be among the living?

He gave a soft shrug of his shoulders just as a shiver ran down his spine. "I second that. Seems the sea still has its chill on me." The rest of his body gave a shake that ached to his bones. As they were to begin trotting toward wherever she was to lead him, he couldn't help but chime in a few more words, "While it's not what I am, I can tell you who I am. Crixus."