Drinks are on me!

Keen blue eyes watched as the russet wolf's ears flicked forward and his eyes opened, their golden gaze falling upon his smoky black form. The Roman stared back, but he was careful to avoid making eye contact with him, keeping his posture and movements respectful and deferring to his superior. None of them spoke, so he watched the male lift his proud golden crown and followed the movement of the water droplets. Still, there was silence and it was when he began to feel awkward when the Alpha spoke.

The question he asked was vague, he could be referring to various things. Pack life, the packlands, the pond, the alpha's attitude, packmates and more. Perhaps it had been just a simple question to break the silence between them, or it could be a test, either ways, he couldn't just stand there and act like a mute. "Pretty much," the swarthy whale tilted his head, his words regarding all aspects the russet male could be asking.

Then the Roman asked a question of his own, "Whats your name? I didn't catch it last time."