works and days

With the fur of his cheeks pointing out at odd angles, there was suddenly a youthful charm to the other wolf. He looked like nothing more than a young man having fun after a hot day, as opposed to a grim faced soldier to the empire. It made something in the phoenix's chest flutter and then clench. The soft quirk to his brow as he wordlessly questioned the truth to Mephistopheles' statement, it was a subtle play upon heartstrings. “Well…I don’t know about that.” he said hesitantly, but there was no way Mephistopheles had been wrong. After all, not many wolves of the empire took the time to stop and have fun. He was part of a rather grim, dour family.

"Come on, what could be more fun than a swim at the end of a long day?" the male let the rhetorical question hang in the air for a moment before he rounded his lazy loop of the smaller male, and let his hind paws rest on the bottom of the pond while he faced Rain. "What do you usually do around here, anyways? I haven't seen you before." he asked with a quirk of his own brow, bobbing lazily in the cool water. Granted, he hadn't seen many wolves lately. He hadn't been back for long, and he'd spent far too much time skulking about feeling sorry for himself. The fact that he hadn't seen Rain before didn't necessarily mean he was all that new. "Are you only a healer? Of have you got nasty little secrets lurking behind those pretty eyes of yours?" there it was, testing out his wiles on a mortal victim, trying to learn the art his father had begun teaching.

ooc. so sorry for the wait!