Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

Crius smiled at the female, her tone of voice was exotic to his ears. Maybe she was like Cicero; she didn't speak in third person but, her voice was harmonious to the dark wolf; almost like a symphony of foreign delight. "I'm pleasant thank you for asking, it's been such a hot day I figured I would take a swim." He chuckled lightly, eyes observing the other Coyote, unaware that she wasn't of his breed. She was far smaller than he thought, then again any wolves in these parts were slightly rawboned. 

"The water is divine, and I can more than understand the troubles of a wet pelt." He laughed, his hide had become heavier just by wading through the cobalt creek. She had asked him if he had a pack, that was a question he had gotten a few times already, but his answer still has yet to chance, perhaps she was an alpha looking for members. "I can't say I do have a pack, I've been wandering these parts alone for about four moons now?" He contemplated, he had kept track of his time spent by keeping note of how many full moons he observed it had been about two months since he drifted into the area.

"I assume you're a lone wolf as well?" He asked, shaking his fur in an attempt to dry himself.

This was before he joined moonlit hills, just in case you see the little change below his name ;)