“I could breathe fire on you,” the wire wolf growled.

“Do it,” said Sapphique. “Just don’t throw me into the water.”

“I could gnaw your shadow away.”

“That’s nothing, compared with black water.”

“I could crush your bones and sinews.”

“I fear the terrible water more than you.”

The wirewolf flung him angrily into the lake.

So he swam away, laughing.

C. Fisher, Sapphique