She almost wiggled with excitement at the prospect of exploring an island when Zabu confirmed there were some nearby. She watched interestedly as he made his way down the branch, still impressed at his ability to keep a grip in the trees, then tilted her head as he suddenly demanded to know if she was a good swimmer. "Not to brag," she said, rolling her shoulders proudly, "but I've been able to swim since I was a pup." She wasn't so sure about crossing saltwater, though. Waves would be a factor, and predators. It was very different from playing in a forest stream.
"Although...how far is the swim to the islands?" Her confidence wavered slightly. As good as she was (or claimed to be) she was a wolf, not an otter. A long swim, especially if it was against a current, could be dangerous. But if Zabu was aware of these islands, then they couldn't be too far, right? "Speech"
