A Nice Soak

Álarr rested quietly, listening to the sound of the breeze in the trees above him and the birds singing their spring songs. This was the closest thing he could imagine to a peaceful day. His ears twitched, eyes opening at the sound of something moving about in the vegetation. He was far too comfortable to move however, even when a large, tusked, yearling emerged. She offered a short greeting before inquiring of the water. Álarr lifted his head and nodded. "Yes, nothing like a good relaxing soak for sore muscles. I just wouldn't drink this water." For a number of reasons, bacteria sure, hygiene another. He couldn't imagine drinking water that who knew how many wolves had bathed in.