Fish out of water...

Alarr kept digging at his plant and Sandor, well…he kept fishing, bringing fish up to the shore as he caught them, he was walking out of the water when Alarr whipped his head around to stare at the soaked pup. Ears twitched as Alarr asked to confirm if he was alone, caught between running and staying, his tail grew stiff along with his muscles, his face tightened slightly, jaws clenching as Alarr spoke again. This time, the other pup asked if he wanted to come to Legion with them, ears fell back, head ducking down a few inches as he took a step back, guarded. “N-no…” He answered, perhaps a bit too hastily. Forcing out a deep breath, he rolled his shoulders, trying to relax his muscles and to get rid of the anxiety that had suddenly gripped his chest. “I haven’t been in a pack since my dad got sick…I…I’d rather just be alone for now.” He was trying to let Alarr down gently, to let him know he appreciated the offer but it was one he could not take. Not yet. Sandor turned back to the water, forcing his head to return to its former height as he waded out into the water, eyes focused on the water, not ready to look back at Alarr, but his ears were forward, listening. He’d finally made a friend and now, now his past was ruining it. Sandor dove down, deeper than he had been in his angst for another fish.