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The sound of footfalls stirring up leaf litter behind was all the sign Dirge needed to know he was no longer alone. His ears had swiveled to narrow down where the stranger came from and when they had, he cut his drink short to lay eyes on his company. Of course calling the mass of approaching dark hair company was a bit of a stretch—the very swagger set in his posture and gait revealed plenty of information. Dirge didn't need to test the air to know that this was probably one of those lingering wolves with a claim.

"Ah, nothing is as refreshing as cold waters," he announced; his tongue chased away an errant drip of water as a wan smile spread across his face with the finisher: "wouldn't you agree?" It was bravado on his part to seem friendly in the face of someone so not, but he had enough guile left still to think he could be disarming enough to walk away with nipping fangs in his rump... or worse.

And when the going inevitably got rough, he fled.

since mouse is inactive at the time of this reply—hope you don't mind continuing @Constantine?

since it's been almost a month... just fading this. :(