How must the savannah look when the rain is pouring and the wind tears through its vast open land? Would it be anything like when he and Floyd would rise to the surface during storms just to experience the waves despite how their mother would tell them to stay clear? How wood and debris would fly through that they would whisper and theorize about its origins while rolling it through their young, clawed hands... or when the storm passes and the clear sky becomes so full of stars that shine so brightly it takes their breath away.

Even the sun hanging so heavy in the sky here and now is beautiful... he can only imagine what the moon surrounded by stars looks like.

But watching Rook work now is even more fascinating and familiar. While his own teeth would be involved if it were himself in the water, the rest is intimately similar. He catches himself watching intently as he leans against his palm. The water thrashing about certainly makes whatever Rook has his hands in look fairly impressive... "My... you seem to have found something decently sized."