Silvertip Mountain Super shade throw down

And then she begged. And begged. And offered to be Ezekiel's best friend. That only made him not wanting take her more. She offered to teach him things, things he frankly didn't care about. Finally she stopped talking, her want took was sincere. Zeke wouldn't turn her down then, that would be too rude. With a groan he flailed his paws in the air and then rose to his feet. Without another word, hoping to not stir a conversation he began to walk in the direction of the stream, not turning around but instead flicking his tail to signal her follow.

The Manchester made his way through the forest, finally coming to the small stream. It went on for who knew how long, the water was clear and you could see pale, yet green all the same, moss clinging to the stones that were shaped in the river's wake. Moss probably still grew here because locusts couldn't swim to eat it away. It wasn't much but it still made him smile to see any of the color growing, wherever it may be. Here it is. He said simply, sitting down on a rock outside the stream. He definitely wouldn't be swimming with Anita around. She'd find something about him to make fun of. Then again she would whether or not he got wet.