Quatum had given him the task of setting up a swimming class and he has to agree that it was a good idea. Didn’t want to have anyone sinking to meet the Flying Dutchmen. A sigh left the mutant’s muzzle as he passed the beach because he was unsure of how to actually start this class. Swimming had not always been second nature to him and he knew for a fact that he had had trouble with figuring out how his tail worked. The fin was asymmetrical, the top longer than the bottom but that helped with guidance and sharp turns. Plus it was good balance when it came to swimming fast in the waters. But cats and other land animals were not like that. Most times they were easy prey for large water predators because that was their domain. Sitting down with a huff he lifted up a paw and flexed the toes to reveal the webbing between them, helped him with direction. A gruff sound left his throat before he shrugged his shoulders. He couldn’t be so down in the dumps but lately things had been a bit rough for him. ”Hey, if anyone wants tae try their hand in swimmin’ then come on over to the beach!”