Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-27666783-20200607213422

Hound: (Chen is around, thought it might be redundant to make two parts but he underestimated the re-entry dispersion)

Bertram could tell the water began to climb, up to his waist, then torso. By its deeper coloration it was sure to be bigger than him ahead, damn. And close enough to dry ground too. He peered around again, looking for a more cleaner way to the dry ground, alas to no avail. Less worried about wetness, in fact, getting soaked ought to help with subduing his scent a bit, but the course of his limited experience as an apprentice did he know at least that even the smallest of riverways and body of waters have spelled disaster for the unprepared. Better safe than sorry, he pulled down his trousers...

Off the weird garments came, it didn't look like cotton or canvas or even jean cloth, the material was something he'd never quite held before. He tied the legs together toward the tips and opened the waist, tightened the button and zipper, and in a fluid motion brought the trousers over his and drived it into the water, waist down. The air that had caught in the pants legs was trapped, and inflated outward, an improvised floatation device. He began to ford the water, pants legs over his neck toward the path, getting ready to have to start freestroking if necessary..