Redhawk Caldera AQUACULTURE

The party began, and with a roar of excitement, Nightjar charged the Caldera's lake. He splashed loudly into the shallows, squealing when the cold water shocked his nerves, but stopped when Elwood told him just his toes. He glanced down. The water was up to his elbows by now, but that was what "toes" meant, right? He giggled loudly when his godfather sent a wave of water his way, and responded by rearing in the water and smashing his paws against it, producing a much lesser wave.

Wildfire's excited cries drew his attention. She and Fox were out a little further than Nightjar and Elwood, which immediately sparked the boy's competitive nature. "C'mon Elwoo'!" he cried, stepping gingerly out into the water with a brave face. Water didn't scare him! When his buoyant force overcame gravity, though, and Nightjar's paws left the bottom, he shouted in surprise before his head went right under.

Instinct was quick to take over from there, and soon the boy was paddling to keep his snout above the water, but still he felt weird and weightless. His eyes sought Elwood, and for a brief instant, there was a ripple of fear in his silver irises as he began to drift further from the shoreline, carried by his inexperienced paddling.