when the sky turns gray and everything is screaming
That could be good. Noah said, lifting his massive body up as the panther landed before him. He moved over to the end of the pools and dropped his body into the ocean. It felt even better than the small pool he had taken time to lay in before. The water rushed over his pelt and into the fur, though not enough to reach the skin. He was made to withstand the frigid cold of the arctic, his home land, and these tropical waters were not the same.
Noah gathered a breath before plunging down into the water. His huge paws helped propel him rather gracefully through the water. He swam for a moment before finding a school of fish. He dove further down and came up on the other side of them, facing the opposite way he had been before. He swam toward the school then, pressing them on toward the waiting panther on the rocky shore.
i will reach inside just to find my heart is beating
