Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

Alarian wasn't sure what he had expected, but it wasn't that. A soft laugh escaped him as he watched the wolfdog's teeth snap at the air, not missing the sway of his tail. He almost envied his friend's childlike playfulness, but— observing it, he decided, was almost better.
Wordlessly, he complied with Ulf's request, tentatively splashing a bit more water than the first time. He shivered a little, reminded of how cold he was when his nose touched the water. Normally, it would have been enough to drive him home; right now, he was having too much fun to mind.