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The wave had knocked her onto her rear, and she shakes her head to clear it of water, the salmon on her head looking almost red, it's now so dark. But she laughed, getting to her paws again as she jumped closer to him, causing a large smount of water to splash over him, and soaking herself in the process. Not that she cared, however. She was already wet, and loving it.

Ny nodded and paddled out after him, somewhat awkwardly. She wasn't the best swimmer in the world, but she was adapting. At least she was floating. Drawing up alongside him, she stretched her back paws down so that they touched the floor of this little pool, so that she was standing as he'd said. Her muzzle stuck above the water, which was good. Idly, she watched the passage of currents as they passed the two pale lions by.

That sounded good to her. Better than floating here doing nothing, anyway. She prods him with a delicate paw again, before paddling in her awkward way towards the shore, clambering out and shaking herself off, then sitting daintily and beginning to clean her white fur. She didn't mind getting dirty, not at all, but she liked to clean herself after she'd stopped having fun in the mud.

"Come on then," she says, between cleaning licks to her fur.

Nyunya padded along behind Zimwi, occasionally shaking out her fur, preferring, now that she's out of the water, to be dry. Her fur felt heavy, and it wasn't something she was enjoying all that much.

At the words 'sticky mud', however, her ears perked. Now that sounded fun. She loved playing with mud. She loved the feel of it squelching between her paws. And so she ignored the rest of Zimwi's warnings, beginning to creep towards the edge... but, of course, she's also not the stealthiest cub in the world. She's actually quite clumsy, and manages to make a noticeable amount of noise.

"I won't," she muttered, but Ny had never liked being told what to do - or, more correctly, what not to do. And warnings never make much of an impression on young minds. And so, she heads back into the water, but progressing slowly so as to make sure the mud squishes between her little toes. But it's rather obvious that her destination is to get as far out into the water as possible. Deliberately disobeying and putting herself in danger. Tsk tsk, Nyunya.

A snort left her muzzle as she tossed her head back to look at him. "I'm not going to fall, Zimwi, I -" As if on cue, she lost her footing and disappeared under the water. She was only gone for a moment, however. When she resurfaced, she sucked in a breath and expelled it in a series of hacking coughs, all the while glaring at the white male, locking crimson to orange, daring him to laugh at her or tell her 'I told you so'.