A quick dip

Raijin wasn’t alone in his bathing for long, his golden gaze rising to see the form of a delightfully curvaceous, monochromatic woman approaching. From her scent, she seemed to be from Ashen’s allied pack, the Armada. She looked at him with suspicion and, suddenly, he realized he smelled nothing like Ashen, of which he was technically still a member of. He’d been gone for so long that their scent markers no longer clung to his pelt, so he was certainly a more dangerous stranger in her eyes.

He watched, the corners of his lips tilting upwards in amusement, as she slid into the water, encasing herself until everything was covered except for the top of her head. She did, in fact, look like a crocodile. “If you keep looking at me like that, I fear I might be in danger of being eaten,” he mused, his tone of voice playful and relaxed.