Gilded Bay It is the bringing of the line

@Ashari

He grew stronger every day, and today he felt good enough to attempt swimming on his own. He was tired of being cared for and ready to be back to his normal strength so that they could move on and find some kind of purpose. He had been raised to be a chief, and it was not easy for him to accept that he needed to rest while his body healed. Swimming would help build his endurance and restore him back to his former self. 

He walked into the cold water, his days spent being tossed around the relentless sea not enough to temper his love for the ocean. Still wanting to be cautious, he only moved out far enough that his paws just barely didn't touch the sandy, ocean floor. He began swimming against the current but grew irritated when he tired far sooner than he normally did. He began to cough and gasp for air, and so he moved back to the shore. The bear stood in the sand dripping wet, coughing, and trying to catch his breath, letting out curse words between his hacking.