Otter Creek of an austere ebon tide

He watched with ease as the creme-coated male paused to gain his fill from the crisp creek water, only closing their gap by a few feet. A better conversation distance so they didn't have to go barking all over in the open was a bit more friendlier, and well, sometimes a drink came in handy. It was only a matter of a few good laps before the real question came up front. Some introduction, Mordecai mused. Not that he hadn't been flagged down and queried about his alliances before that was. This time it seemed well intended, the waves in their tails still ever present.

Nares flaring again, he drew in the air imperceptibly one last time. Nothing came to him out of the ordinary. “No,” he said, sounding almost wistful. It had been quite some time since Mordecai had found purpose in a pack. Despite inclination to be a social creature, he functioned moderately well on his own. Growing up in scrub lands had certainly lent him their perks. “And you are, I presume?” He mirrored the tilt that had been given to him, though his eyes lacked the curiosity in the question. He knew what the question was for, and wondered in which direction another pack in the region lied.