It was a hot day, meaning it would be quite nice to take a swim. The one and only lifeguard Brickwell observed everything that went down with her keen eyes, providing a feeling of safety to anyone around. Nothing could happen, not if she was around to say anything about it. She would put her paws behind her head, her messy white hair gracefully moving due to the little wind that there had been. Her trusty water gun was right by her side, showing she wasn’t messing around at all. “Patrol is cleeear.”