Duck Lake sweet dreams

At the comment about being considered comfortable, Xan couldn’t help but snort. How many wolves had sprawled themselves across him as the albino had? He believed that he was the only one to have ever done so, given the obvious lie; he was certain that he’d been lied to, unable to see how anyone could find him to be comfortable. “I doubt that,” remarked the yearling. “You’re about as comfortable as a rock. I feel bad for whoever you end up with.” There were good romantic partners, and then there were the awful ones whose bodies resembled rocks. His playmate was, as far as he could tell, the latter, which made him pity the poor girl that might someday think he’s cute enough to bed with. At the thought, he’d shaken his head and frowned, but didn’t externalize his thoughts. He’d find out that he wasn’t cushion-y enough when the time came, he supposed.

Shortly after having moved off of his new companion, he’d watched as the other male rolled and then bumped into him. His gaze found its way over to meet Cam’s own, which he’d held for a moment or two. When he’d looked away, Alexander watched to see what he was doing, and was then satisfied by the fact that he’d chosen to eat the fish. It wasn’t long before he’d received an answer to his question, too, and made an effort to commit the name to memory. He’d hardly a moment, though, before the same was being asked of him. Given that Cam had answered already, he didn’t see a reason to withhold the information, either. “Alexander, but call me Xan,” he’d said, forgetting how he had regretted sharing his full name in the past. Though he had slowly started to come around to accepting the name that he was given at birth, that didn’t mean he favoured it, and so Xan would always be preferred over Alexander.

“So, Cam,” the Inuk began, leaning towards him as he spoke. “Do you have a home around here?” If not, maybe he could lure him back to Tortuga. He’d yet to see what the male was really capable of, but he had to have some sort of skills, right?