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Inhaling, Bagheera held his breath as he dunked his head beneath the rippling surface. Navi was sat a pace back from the bank, watching him as he rose and shook out his wet scruff. It turned out to be quite efficient at clearing his head, both the cold water and the Leopardess' ardent gaze. Droplets clung to his whiskers, falling and hitting the pond surface as he parted his jaws to speak. "Not much of a swimmer?"
It was her who quirked a brow, now. "I'm a very strong swimmer, thank you," she answered, puffing out her white chest fur, triumphantly.
this is *not* related to my other Bagheera book. Since so many people surprisingly read it, and want an update, I thought I'd just make a new one since the last one is poorly written