Bearclaw Valley pack and forth

As Merrick cleansed himself of recent events, Ico slowly sat down upon the bank, silvery tail wrapping neatly around his haunches as he watched. The useless lifeguard did understand, but only to some extent. What he truly yearned for was clarity, and he envied that cool, clear water, closing his eyes to the sound of it and briefly wishing his small body was fifty times smaller.

Wrap? <3