Firestone Hot Springs with a pocket full of gold

He could not stay underwater for very long. After making a few snaps for her toes and getting nothing more than her claws in his face, he burst back the surface and snorted warm water from his nose. A good thing, too — laughter quickly took over his body, making it weak as they took turns chasing one another.

"I yield!" he wheezed, dragging his sodden body back up onto the shallower shelf. He could lie down here and still be mostly submerged. His spine was cold, sticking out of the water like a dark, furry hillock, but he needed the rest. "We shall have to spread the word," he told her, quite seriously. "There are large, toe-biting fish down there. I felt them. Didn't you?"