Ahaha. Conor: I'M ON A BOAT, MOTHAFUCKAS, I'M ON A BOAT. XD
The silver-furred werewolf was a cold-weather creature, to be certain. His home practically on top of the world remained very cold in the winter, with temperatures dropping well below freezing at night. He rather enjoyed being curled up inside of his warm home, heated by the wood stoves his family had taken the care to install. It had been easy to keep warm when he was young, with his brothers and sisters crowding him in and sleeping next to him, his mother's warm pelt. He didn't often think of being very young, but as they meandered down the river and he recanted the tales of his homeland, he thought of her with a strange pang of sorrow. He'd last seen her some months ago, frail and almost elderly now, a Luperci entering the twilight of her life. The silver-furred werewolf did not know what to make of this, and it troubled him. His father still seemed strong, but Rurik knew he was slowing down some, too, and that bothered the silvery werewolf more than anything he could think of.
With their increased speed, the cloudy-furred Russian paid far more attention to steering than he might have normally, sitting up a little straighter and peering out to the front of the short ship, keeping his eyes alert for rocks or boulders. He had figured this stream was pretty well-cleared, however, perhaps dredged by the humans for some unknown purpose. Still, it would never hurt to be too careful, and Rurik flicked only an ear to listen to Conor, though his muzzle split into a smile at the younger wolf's statement. "No worries, mine friend. You are in good hands," he advised, rather certain of his own prowess where the water was concerned. They were moving at quite a good pace now, and though the river had been wide and lazy, it was now a great deal faster, though Rurik was quite confident they'd make it out and into the bay. "Ain't crashed a boat yet, anyway," the werewolf added, taking a rather wide turn as sharply as he could to cajole a bit more speed out of the vessel. They weren't quite rocketing down the stream, but it was fast enough for Rurik's taste. He showed obvious enjoyment, his tongue lolling out and his bright blue eyes sparkling.
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