Ouroboros Spine Fun Time's Over, Kiddies

She appeared to ignore him as she marched away to squat on a leaf. A leaf? Really? Something that would blow away once dry? He lifted a brow towards her and dismissed it, pressing his nose to the ground to search for another spot that needed a little more reinforcement. He found it and rolled, rubbing his body against the earth before he rose and shook out the dust from his hide.

"It wouldn't be such a bad thing," he murmured, chancing the conversation further. "Might work in your favor to scare other wolves away." He knew nothing of her disconnect. She seldom spoke. There was no way for him to know what words her vocabulary held, especially since some of them were in a language of her own. He'd discover the extent of her knowledge eventually, but for now he wrongly assumed she'd understood.

"This way," he tipped his head further in the direction she was heading, the same direction from which he'd early come. Still minding their duties of enforcing the borders, he lifted a leg here and there and scored a few trees as they breezed through this area of the wood. Until he found it. A mud puddle leftover from a previous rain. It still held enough water to keep the soil wet. Kero looked to her and gestured towards the puddle, encouraging her to give it a go.