Big Salmon Lake Mumbling To My Heart

Heh. Special. "All just special snowflakes now aren't we?" He lifted his head with a smirk, letting the water dribble off his chin as he stared out towards the horizon. Nah. He was content with the spine. It worked. He didn't have any reason to look for anything else. Besides, he'd circled these lands well enough to know by now what his options were. They were few. For him, he'd chosen the lesser of all evils. It was only a matter of time before he discovered if it had been a good call or a bad one. 

Lifting a paw from the water, he used the dried edges of his arm to wipe the water from his chin. Glancing towards her, he had a moment to wonder why it was he kept running into wolves who spoke another tongue. The wolves of the spine spoke one thing. This one? Her accent was different. She'd only spoken one word of it to her, but it was enough for him to put the accent and the word together. She knew more than one language. "I'm terrible enough with this language as is. I can't imagine trying to learn another." Trying to learn another culture seemed just as impossible too. At least at the spine, those wolves shared the common tongue. "I'm lazy enough not to want to."

He wandered back into the shallows and flopped down in the water. Rolling onto his back, he hooked his front paws over his belly and turned his gaze towards the clouds above. The fire within his pelt was quenched beneath the water, leaving only the soft whites and creams of his undercoat exposed. His ears were close enough to the shore to remain above it's surface, letting him listen not only to her, but to his own rampant thoughts. "Think you'll ever find the time to do it? Or waiting for your pack to settle down first?"