Whitefish River reignwolf

It's totally fine! And cute. :p

Ira’s eyes followed Bones’ movements as she leapt to and fro reminding him more or less of a frog though he did not attempt to retaliate. He was too busy trying to make sense of it, over thinking it, surely, while trying to reason why he did not actually think it was gross as he definitely would have before. He wondered if maybe he was sick and that was what was wrong with him because surely something had to be wrong. “I know what it was,” He huffed realizing that in her defense he had questioned her as to what it was as if he hadn’t know. “It was rhetorical.” He added in a under his breath mumble, finding it perhaps curious that she did not answer his second question. She seemed a little preoccupied with dancing around as if she had ants in her pants, if Ira was being honest.

Ira had not expected Bones to strike at him as he had giving him no time to react other than to tumble into the water after she reared up and wrapped her forelegs around his neck. Once more - after he had finally began to dry, too! - the cool water rushed to greet him, pulling them apart beneath it and he paddled until his own head broke the surface sucking in a greedy gasp of air, blinking away the droplets that clung to his lashes as he glared at her. “That depends on whose the shark,” he shot back before he pouted, rolling his eyes. “I was just starting to dry off, too.”