Put Your Hand Into The Fire

Only after he had properly wallowed in the water had he come to realize there was another wolf near him. bliss gave way to shyness, and what few parts he had dropped into a submissive pose, as he searched for the other wolf. Finally eyes locked on the she-wolf who had seemed to be there the entire time, watching him make a fool of himself and frolic through the water. He cleared his throat quietly and turned to leave before his appearance offended her. The water had properly soothed the ache and burn in his skin, and the strain on his muscles and paws. There was no reason to stay. Silently he hobbled onto the shores, his scent, that of smoke and burned flesh wafted off his body, he endeavored to leave faster as his own scent touched his nostrils, embarrassed by the stories it told of his misery.