Blackwater Islands Oh Comely

Akantha twisted an ear to catch the rasping sound of sand as he took one step towards her, but she could sense he hesitation in the movement before he put words to it. It was not unusual for inland wolves to lack forethough—teaching their children to swim was a basic necessity that she expected all parents to adhere to, but it was too often missed among all the other useless guff strangers fussed over. He was young, still, so she did not fault him for not trying to learn by himself. 

She would correct these oversights.

The water bubbled and frothed as it surged up over her legs, to the peak of the wave, and back into the Sea again. The biting cold rooted her, and calmed her irritation at Whip's predicament. Normally she would simply drag him to the depths and command his instinct to keep him afloat until he learned to time his movements. But she couldn't risk losing him this soon. So, instead, she pivoted to face him again swept her muzzle around to regard him with quirked brows and a bored expression.

"You will now." She replied evenly. The Matriarch took a moment to look around, searching the trees with a shrewd cast to her eyes, before jerking her head in a beckoning motion. "Come on," Thankfully, the water was relatively calm today and the tide was high. Akantha waded out until her back was fully submerged, and her paws were barely skimming the bottom.