Ouroboros Spine Dust motes on the river bed

Her song stops and she turns to face him with a bowed head and tail swayed, much as his own stature. Hey. He answers back. He had met her before, when Chickadee would visit and round the pups for play outside the den. A pup like him, but not sister or brother. 

Like, water? The killer whale boy asked as he sat down, inching his butt across the dirt as he drew closer to the water's edge to peer within. Already his father had told him to be mindful not to go in, not until he was strong enough for the water, whatever that meant.