ZUGZWANG

The sauve male had been so intent on his own reflection, that he had missed the approach of another, her words would jerk him from his admiring, a loosely insane smile greeting her as he turned to look at her. Looking at her, he wasn't disappointed, her pallid pelt was broken by a reddish brown coloured face, that make her appear angelic, though to him, her eyes burned like amber. "Am I mad? Am I vain?" He repeated her question, flicking his tail in thought.

"Once if you would have asked me that I would have ripped your head from your neck, but today, I find the sentiment funny." With those words he would glance back at the water, before flicking his tail at the other wolf. "Come here! See!" He demanded of her, his voice eager, and unusual tone for his desolate ears. Impatiently he would wait at the waters edge, casting glances at her, willing her to hurry with his eyes and body.

She would have to look and then she would see! She would see that he was not mad, perhaps a bit vain, but not mad. Lo, what a sight to behold!