we supposed to be enemies or something?

Levi knew he was breaking the rules, that he was bound to get in trouble for this but still couldn't muster up the self-restraint to turn around and go home. Instead, he kept following the line of the river north till it branched off into a junction, one arm facing east and the other west. The east was all forests and flowing water, but Levi knew next to nothing about the west except the battlefield was off in that direction. He squinted, his eyes narrowing into thin slits as though that would somehow bless him with eagle vision that could cut across the landscape with ease. It did not.

Growing up by the sea and having a (naked) koi-wolf as a mother, Levi was already a proficient swimmer, more than capable of crossing the river to reach the other side. He scaled down the river bank, his toes splaying wide for extra grip and waded into the water with a displeased huff, it was colder than he would have liked and unlike the crystalline waters of his home the river was a murky green. Nasty. Ignoring the grossness as best he could, the little pup began to doggy-paddle his way across. Slow but steady.