Fishblight Mire gold [m]

He did not receive an answer but many times Castiel was more comforted by silence than he was conversation. Conversations opened him up and exposed his weaknesses, he was often found tasting the bottom of his own paw. He did not mean to say the things he did, not directly, but, his wording was faulty at best. All too often Castiel learned of his mistakes too late. With a slight nod the male lead the smaller wolf north, further away towards the body of water he'd passed. His own paws ended up caked in mud, the color in some spots the same shade as his body already. He was eager to clean up though, immediately wading up to his shoulders in the water. 

He looked to his companion, curious about him although he did not want to pry. "I am Castiel," He offered, deep voice still laden with curiosity he could not temper. The male had seemed genuinely upset, and Castiel was unsure why - perhaps he had gotten lost in the muck, which would understandably frustrate anyone.