the party isn't over tonight

He had come to think of the fjord as his home, because that is where Anais was. He had started to settle in, blissfully unaware of what had transpired. Anais was just a little bit more quiet, and was hardly leaving his colourful side. He liked that, he was taking good care of him! He was quite the handful, being the manchild that he was. The six year old wolf may look his age, but he sure didn't act it. In his mind he truly saw himself as a pup, and felt the same way. He had not 'woken up' to his true self just yet, but it was a very fine line that he was treading on. He was trapped, but seemed to be quite happy in his situation. Unaware. What a pleasant state of mind.

As Lebrah started to march across the snowy terrain, looking for a pool of mud to roll in, he saw a female at the edge of the water. He eyed her carefully, making sure she wasn't one of the scary wolves that haunted his dreams. Nope! She checked out! Bounding over to the stranger he plunked down right beside her, breath dissolving into mist before him. "Who are you?" He asked bluntly, his head tilting to the side as his golden eyes inspected her. His single bangle wiggled its way down his foreleg, settling around his feather marked paw.

Lebrah soon grew bored of sitting down, so he stood up and started to dance in a little circle around the stranger. "I'm Lebrah! This is my home, and I live here with Anais who takes care of me. She doesn't like it when I get all dirty, but its so much fun to roll around in the mud! Oh yes! I looooove mud, it feels so funny between my toes." The words rushed out of Lebrah's mouth in one big rush until he tripped over his own paws, falling forward onto his chest, legs dangling in the air for a moment before he flopped over. He let out an 'oof', looking up at the sky suddenly. Blinking, he moved his head over so that he was gazing at the woman. "How did you get so tall all of the sudden?"