so hold nice and close the ones who get to your soul [pup baptism]

hurrr sorry. PPing Spyridon grabbing Kev!

His head fell back level with his shoulders just in time to spot Caiaphas grabbing Larus by the scruff. This sight shot terror through his veins, but before he could react to it, Spyridon had grasped his own nape and he was forced to relax. The grip of an adult canine's jaws on a pup's neck was enough to soothe them. Kevlyn trusted these wolves, which certainly helped the situation, even when the consort waded deep into the water with his fat body in tow.

And then he was dunked under. The first wave caught him unaware and he gasped, drawing water into his lungs. He was still coughing as the second came, but he was able to expel anything that entered his mouth. The remaining waves were uneventful, though the boy lost count of them, and was glad for solid ground when he was brought back to shore. When Spyridon let him go, he crumpled on the sand, breathing hard against what had felt like horrible suffocation.