It fell into the water, flailing and twisting in the water as if it didn’t know how to swim. Stiles watched it sink lower and lower from afar until the thing stopped moving entirely and barely any bubbles rose from it like they had when it had first fallen in.
Quickly, yet cautiously, he swam up to it and poked it as it continued to sink. Without hesitating, Stiles wrapped his arms around the thing and flicked his tail, swiftly bringing it to the surface of the water and over to the nearby beach that Stiles enjoyed warming his scales on.
It remained still, as Stiles pushed it onto the sand far enough that the waves didn’t splash it’s face - face that looked a lot like Stiles’ merpeoples faces. Except this one was wearing odd, soft things on its body and it had two sticky things instead of a tail.
Stiles poked it.
