Thumbs, oh, how convenient they were and just worked wonders when handling a horse, but sometimes they just weren't enough. Sometimes they didn't even feel right because, after all, he was a canine, a creature born four legged. Not two. So every now and again he enjoyed venturing in that feral form of his, and just like thumbs it had its perks. There was one downfall, though, and that was the lack of clothing. As he was a terribly shy boy he hated others seeing his...most private of parts, so the discovery of clothes was like a work of God to him. The perks ruled over that one downer, though, and so here he was today, rolling around in this sacred form.

It was another one of those days where he felt entirely relaxed and without a worry to care about. Like many other days before the though and image the scornful look of his adopted brother was far from his mind, but every once and a while it bubbled up whenever he would past the other's room. Slowly he was starting to forget, though, he did not want to, no he wanted some sort of kinship with the other brute despite his own past hatred. There he went again, thinking about, man, way to lose train of thought.

The feel of the water lapping at his body was a great reward from venturing down from the caverns. It wasn't that it was hot, well, okay; maybe it was a bit hot since it was nearing the end of spring, but not by all that much was it not. No, it was from pure tiredness that it felt good, and not to mention it woke him up somewhat. So there he was, lyying on the shore just letting the water rolling under his mass that he called a body. This was not a normal activity for him and he hadn't the foggiest why he was doing it, but he was.

Sounds of the water moving, waves rising and falling filled his ears turning into a soothing song and almost lulling him to sleep, only to have that happen. The waves start to push and pull a little rougher then before he knew it, before he could even move, a fairly good sized wave crashed onto him. Drenched now he was, and slightly less happy now. He was indeed expecting to head home with wet legs and belly, but not this. Now he was dripping with fur clinging to his body like an itchy sweater, oh the surprises of nature. Standing he moved back up onto the beach and shook, but he was still dripping the salty drink somewhat. With his luck he'd likely catch a cold.

Or worse, someone could see him in this embarrassing sate! No! He could think about it, but he did. The gears started working and turning filling his mind with silly little scenarios, but all bad to him. With a shake of his head and a bump to the face from his paw, he sat down and began the task of slowly drying off.