That one was good with water. It was not, however, good enough.

He shook his head, reorienting himself after the tidal wave had swept him back, claws digging into the rock and sand. He bent low, inhaling again to build the fire. It wouldn't bother the ones with water, he knew. There were some old and terrible things that were one with the water, and that creature that kept attacking him with it was one, and was not one.

The others, however, did not like the fire.