The flame prince trotted along the shoreline, his obsidian eyes glinting as the sound of splashing drew his attention. He stopped abuptly, his large paws sinking slightly into the wet sand beneath his weight. Two other wolves, close to his own age, were thrashing about in the water, their frantic movements attracting the unmistakable silhouette of a shark. His stomach churned.
Was he really about to go out there with them? Balrog sighed as he accepted that he was, not wanting to feel the guilt of something happening to them without any help. Protective instincts overrode his judgement. Breaking into a sprint, he made his way through the shallow water, his eyes locked on the fin that was now breaching the surface of it. He growled and threw himself into the fray, keeping an eye on the other two to gauge their reaction to his entrance. That's when he recognized Davey from their earlier spar.
