Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

Like an old librarian peering over round glasses at a couple of tittering students, Moss tilted her head down and eyed Reverie sternly. Was this a joke? She gritted her teeth and raised one eyebrow. All wolves knew how to swim. It was programmed into their nature. She couldn't tell if Reverie was joking or not, but if she was telling the truth....That could be a concern. 

Fortunately for Reverie, this wasn't exactly the hotspot for swimming, anyway. "This Creek's not for swimming." She said. "Dark waters, too deep. Stream bed's wider where it's deepest, underneath shelves of rock. Current's too strong. You get pulled under, 'n you get held under." Came her grim assessment of the dangerous, dark waters. It wouldn't likely improve any hesitations Reverie might've had if she'd been hinting she would want to learn how to swim. At least, now, she'd save herself the effort of trying to learn in one of the most dangerous creeks in the area. She looked back to Reverie then, and gave her a shrug. 

"Learn in a pond. In summer."