Mordecai shivered as he swam, but he did not care. His thick fur that was used to be wet kept most of the coldness away, and after conforming to the water’s temperature, he felt like a seal taking a playful swim. The two swam in silence for a moment, and the dark wolf ducked his head underwater, bringing it back up immediately whilst shaking as if mimicking a duck; he was removing any dirt or other debris he would not be able to reach without the water’s help. Once he felt satisfied that his fur was clean enough, he glanced around and saw Zalen standing in the more shallow parts, and decided to paddle over to him.
The older male began to talk, and what he said grasped the boy’s interest. After he was finished speaking, Mordecai was standing by his side, water still dripping from his pelt, though he resisted to shake the droplets off since his friend was standing right beside him. “You know, if you do follow your great-grandmother’s path, I wouldn’t mind joining in,” he commented, watching Zalen to measure his reaction to his words. He seemed to be half-musing to himself, and the adolescent hoped that he did not interrupt his thinking. But, what he spoke of fascinated him, and perhaps what he said was not a half-bad idea.
“I’m sure there’s other like us out there, confused about the whole living-like-a-human thing and just want to be, you know, like real wolves. You seem to be a good leader, too,” he added, his words sincere. When Zalen approached him when he nearly stepped into his lands, there was a nature about him that reminded him of the de Fonte’s leader, some air that gave off a vibe that he was in command. “Maybe, if you go with this, the other canines would remember what it’s like to be a wolf again.” At least that is what Mordecai believed, with a little naivety mixed in.
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