swimming lessons (gfy)

Things seemed easier here. The boys carelessly splashed in the water and Pyxis drew a deep, clear breath of sea air. No scent of decay on the air, no... tension. Everything was easy, the wolves here smiled and laughed. It was... an adjustment.

Never one to quite let go completely, his purple eyes snapped open at Mercy's declaration of crocs. The air filled with barking and splashing, and Pyxis pushed forward to join them. He wasn't going to shy away from a fight, they were just trying to have a good time, these bastards could fuck right off back to where they came from as far as he was concerned. Moving to join his cousin who had a hold of one by the face, he moved to grab a stubby leg and started trying to heave it onto the ground where it would be at a disadvantage.

"speech"