*Dyno*

I sniff curiously.
"Not as good as dead thing smell" I decide.

Socially acceptable however, she sighs

*Dyno*

I consider this.

She got out a peice of fabric, and dipped it in the water, then the bucket

*Dyno*

I sit down and scratch at a flea.

Should we try to get him into the water? Svet mouthed to Tonic

*Tonic*

I nod and shove Dyno into the river, where he yelps and flails about

I didnt mean that way, but it works, Svet said. Dyno, it is barely up to your stomach. She said with a slight laugh

*Dyno*

I stop splashing around and stand there sulking.
"I don't like being wet" I grumble.

Itll be over soon, she soothes, using the fabric as a sort of washcloth