So, pool time.
Pompom carefully stepped into one of the ponds higher up in the territory, the waterfall roaring a nice white noise of churning water. The pool was dangerous though, he knew, the edge was constantly overflowing and feeding the waterfall below.
It was like....an infinite pool.
That's what he'll call it, he thinks, The Infinity Pool.
A dangerous place to hang out and chill, but as long as you don't get close to the waterfall and get pulled under....it should be safe enough. He hasn't been pulled yet, at least, but he had watched a fox escape the heat only to be sent over the edge before. It's one of the ways to learn, watching someone else fuck up.
The boy floated in the water, just in deep enough to take the weight off his hind leg, and just....soaked. Eased the pain on his quickly growing limbs, the pain he hasn't voiced to anyone yet out of fear of being coddled. It passes, it always passes, or he gets used to it, or he soaks.
Eyes closed, ears on alert even when the rest of his body was trying to relax, always....ready.
Even in the middle of the territory, even when he was supposed to be taking a break, Pomegranate was ready to be called into action.