Porcupine Ridge Lost in the city of angels

Romulus watched with barely contained amusement as Farstep struggled under the water, obviously panicking. He knew he wasn't supposed to enjoy his packmate, especially a superior suffering but he held no particular strong respect towards Farstep just yet and so took simple pleasure in seeing another wolf flailing so pathetically in the water. Soon, however, Farstep regained his senses and paddled to the surface. Rolling his eyes, he whined to ask if the tawny male was alright.

Rom didn't seem to get anything in reply for a moment and he was torn between laughing or jumping in to accompany his tawny superior. He wasn't afraid of some water and besides, he'd seen Farstep fall and he was still alive so as long as he didn't die from the impact, Romulus didn't really mind. "You want me to jump in?" he called down to Farstep, not really expecting an answer seeing as the tawny male didn't really seem to talk. Instead, his superior bark-growled something with no meaning and padded into a tunnel thing.

Romulus shrugged to himself and shook his thick silver coat before turning around and leaving, deciding to leave Farstep to his own devices.