Phoenix Maplewood oblivion

:D

"Sounds exciting. Make sure you do that if we can't find any other larger water source," Arion replied with an amiable flick of his tail and a grin. He wasn't joking around this time; he meant every word of what he said. If it did not rain, and they could not find any streams or lakes or rivers or ponds or whatever, he would be extremely grateful, thankful and glad if Citali would kindly shove him into a puddle. It would be even better if it was muddy, though there wouldn't be much of a difference as Arion was already mud colored anyways. Figures. The Fates had to be mean.

"If it doesn't, that just adds to my list of how this suffocating forest is a terrible place for sane wolves to live in," a scowl decorated his features for a moment as he delved in his fury once more. The Greek could feel it surging through him, running through his veins and forced himself to stop thinking about it and focus on the present. Arion seriously did not need to get exiled from the pack for strangling a soon-to-be packmate. And he wasn't sure that Saena or Reek would forgive him if he told them honestly that he only did that because his mind had somehow changed Citali's image into their's. Nah.

Arion blinked and his face cleared. Thank the gods. Wait what? What did she say? The Greek's golden eyes met her silvery blue ones evenly as he walked closer to her, and would keep walking to her even if she moved until his face was only about half a feet away from hers. His eyes twinkled and he drawled, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Citali." Arion smiled and withdrew, idly licking his ruffled chest hair.

"Shall we?" he gestured towards the forest in front of them, concealing the feeling of disgust that sought to overwhelm him.