[ Alberto pauses, staring at her, and unconsciously worries his bottom lip as his mind tries to work fast enough to offer an answer.

But it can't. ]

C'mon, let's hurry to the surface— I can show you.

[ He pauses once more, even stops swimming to spin round and face her. ]

...You said you turned into a wolf, right? And you've turned into— uh— whatever you are right now... Do you hunt anything that swims? Or just dumb fish?

[ What the fuck are these worried, weird questions, spoken with a cocked brow yet a pouting smirk at once, as he hovers just in their way of nearing shallow waters. Something odd is afoot, or about to be... ]