Otter Creek a drink at the creek

"Blueberries huh," Shadow smirked. "I would like to see you smear your nose with blueberries," the Roman grinned. Luke's playfulness was apparently, to the Roman, rather contagious and he found himself liking the male. Which did not happen often, for he was rather reserved, or appeared rude and sarcastic to other wolves. It was nice to see someone different, someone who was happy or at least playful and seemed not to mind rather rude comments about his blue features. "So you're a loner, huh?" the Roman asked, he had no pack scent to his smell but a confirmation was always better.

"No blue bubbles?" Trajan said, frowning slightly but perked up a moment later at the mention of blowing bubbles. "No, I never tried. But you can teach me!" The little Roman grinned widely and nudged the white wolf, padding to the water's edge and impatiently waiting. He hadn't thought of the other wolf declining the invitation or more precisely, the order. That thing did not exist in the boy's mind just yet. So his father kept that in mind as he watched, a smile touching his lips as the boy interacted. No longer shy.