Have a Little Fun

Trotting his way back up to the top of the short cliffs, Maverick had somehow managed to miss all of the time Venom spent staring at his drenched form, looking akin to a water deity risen to earth with his soaking blue fur dripping saltwater liberally. He didn't bother to shake himself dry; the sun would do that work for him, and besides, there was a good chance he was going diving again anyway. She was quite indifferent and passive with his thanks, which did little to faze the intrepid brute when he came back up to greet her again with a grin. He didn't even know her name, just that she was very pretty and kinda stuck up. Well, that was fine. He'd still managed to talk her into helping him with his plan, which meant he still had the charm working to his advantage. The she-wolf seemed genuinely surprised when he offered her a turn to try out his rudimentary swing, like she hadn't expected it nor knew what to do with his offer. Well surely she knew how to have a bit of fun, right? What wolf didn't know how to unwind and have a good time?

After a beat of pause to think it over, the white-gloved woman agreed, and Mav's grin widened on his face. "That's the spirit! Just remember to keep running and don't miss the rope," he said, trading places with her so he could take the opposite end in his strong jaws while she headed off into the woods a little bit just as he had done. Turquoise eyes followed after her svelte form while she took a ready position, and then she was running full sprint for the rope. Maverick clutched the other end tightly, bracing his body against the ground in preparation for her weight to take off on the other end. The lady was agile and swift on her paws, and the next thing he knew, Mav felt the rope tug against his grip with her weight as she went flying off the edge of the cliff. She was lighter than he expected, and he held on tightly, watching as she soared out into open air above the glistening sea, held aloft by the mutual teamwork of their jaws.

At the peak of her swing, the monochrome beauty released the rope and performed an elegant dive into the waters below, her body twisting and turning in the air as if she were born to be there. Once she was midair, Maverick released the rope and padded to the edge of the cliff to watch while she plunged into the water as precise and graceful as an arrow fired from a bow. He saw the dark form of her beneath the rippling and glistening waves as she swam about beneath the surface, a playful grin on his lips while he waited for her to resurface. When she did, she would be met by applause as the brute clapped his paws together for her. "Bravo! An artful performance by the beautiful lady! The judges give her a 10 out of 10!" he jested. "See? I told you you could trust me." While not necessarily always honest, Maverick wouldn't have allowed the lady to be hurt while helping him with his stunts. "So what name should I inscribe upon the high diving trophy?" he called down to her while he waited for her to return up to him, a playful way of probing gently to try and learn his accomplice's name.