Claudius watched the water as he drew it through his fingers, only glancing up in time to see Terra’s hair spill forth and fall into the water. This seemed to displease her because she made a quiet growling sound and then pushed her hair away. Claudius grinned. That was why he kept his optime form as wolflike as possible. He scorned human affections and things like clothing. Most clothes were dirty, ugly, and didn’t fit properly; so he didn’t see the point in wearing them. Similarly, styling fur like hair seemed redundant, so his mane was just that: a thick mane of fur.
It seemed as though Terra was lost in thought too because her shift in mood was rather abrupt, as if she’d been following some train of thought. When she flicked some water at Claudius, he just sat there and stuck out his tongue in jest.
“Nuh-not quite guh-good enough,” he teased. “Try again,” he said. He removed his right hand from the water, placed it behind his back, and then leaned back on both his arms so she could have a clear shot.
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