Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot!
When the taller canine turned to face him, he was struck with the familiarity he found with the contours of her features. If his vision were poorer, he might have just mistaken her for a very leggy yearling. The dark nub of his tail twitched reflexively, trying to wag an absent appendage. "Well, just some nice warm water so far. But considering how cold its been lately thats a good find. What's with the mask? I'm not interrupting anything am I?" she spoke in a language he could understand, which was promising in itself. As though seeking to verify her claim, the young wolf sidestepped so he could dip his forepaw into a nearby pool. Sure enough, the waters were still notably warm, just like the last time he'd visited. When he looked back to her, he blinked a few times before remembering her last question. "Oh, it's mostly for my sake." he admitted with a shrug, and lifted a paw to slip the muntjac skull from his face with a practiced motion. The thick leather hooked around the zygomatic arches caught the skull as it dropped, allowing it to bump against his chest and hang there, horns framing his neck. "I'm not the best fighter around, so I feel better having it on, that's all." he flashed her a small smile once his features were on full display, verdant eyes crinkling at the corners. "Do you know what's causing the water to stay warm like this? I thought I caught a bit of a sulphur smell earlier." he asked next, taking a few steps away to squint into the pool he'd just dipped a paw in. He thought he could see something moving near the deepest part of it, and he was fairly certain it wasn't a fish. |