Apples to Oranges

Malachai has paused to paw curiously at the glowing pool, not because he hadn't seen it already but because his mother had specifically kept them from playing near it before. He shook his wet paw out, scowling as he looked at the now ripple surface, he wasn't so sure what was so scary about this of all things. He was about to poke into it further when another voice broke through the quiet fog. The young boy frowned, lifting his gaze to spot another pup, older than himself by a bit. He narrowed his eyes at the boy.

"What do you want... mud fur?" He asked, it wasn't totally unfriendly though his annoyance was plain in his voice, returning the seemingly arbitrarily descriptors. Malachai raised himself back up to his full height, even young as he was he was a big pup, the biggest of his siblings, though he was still slightly under the height of the other pup.

"Panic" | "Malachai" | "Belladona" | "Lurch"