He let out another silent, bubbly scream before instinct kicked in and he took a deep breath, the water turning to oxygen in his lungs. He didn’t think he would ever get used to the change, as he looked down his body, at the tail swishing through the water, scales gleaming as the light fractures through the water and hit them. His hands spread, webbing growing in between his fingers, so he can propel himself forward faster, and claws extended on each of his fingers so that he can defend himself and catch his food. His eyesight changed too, with the transformation. He could see clearly through the murky water, and as he looked around he caught a grindylow moving through the weeds at the bottom of this part of the lake.