Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot!
"Ah, I see. Yea, I was never much for fighting myself. Well, real fights. I like to spar and tussle but I hate when things get violent. Much prefer exploring." It was always much appreciated when someone was able to express understanding and empathy with his plight. After all, he was a tiny wolf by comparison to some of the goliath's that fought for the local packs. When those massive dire wolves had invaded during that horrific winter, the swamp dweller had found himself uncharacteristically grateful for his small size and the safety of his mangrove. When the tall stranger settled onto her belly with her front paws in the warm water, he found himself taking another moment to stare. Her ears were really big. She must be great at hunting- can probably hear everything coming from a million miles away. the thought arose without much prompting, and it took a moment for him to realize he was judging the nice lady for her appearance for absolutely no reason. What was he doing that for? "Well, I don't know the specifics but I think it has something to do with the springs being near a volcano." Just like that his attention was drawn back to the present, and up towards the volcano looming nearby. "I think there's something about the volcano's insides that make this water warm but don't quote me on that." she added, and all at once he felt like an absolute moron. He chuckled softly, a blush rising to his cheeks. "I guess that makes sense, not sure why I didn't think of that." he replied bashfully. At least she seemed to be as unsure as he was, with a good sense of humour about it. "So do you live around here?" the woman asked next, and he bobbed his head lightly. Bug shifted his weight against the nape of his companion's neck, croaking anxiously to himself. The wolf pointedly ignored the quiet warning, knowing full well that the frog was being too cautious for his own good. What was the point of adventure if he never made a point to meet new friends? He joined the woman in lounging by the water, dipping his own forepaws in beside her. This was fine, they were just hanging out. No one was making any sudden movements or saying anything dicey. "I was born and raised in the mangrove to the southeast of here, I've only just started trying to see new places." he admitted, lightly paddling his forepaws in the water to stir up some waves. He liked watching the little ripples bounce back from the opposite edge of the water. "I'm Bog, by the way. Do you live nearby, too?" |