Greatwater Lake The Perks of being a Lone Wolf

His own olive eyes met his companion's gaze, he could sense his skepticism but he didn't blame him, lone wolves were paranoid beings, solitude made them that way. Although Finn seemed to be the exception to that rule, he was nothing but straight forward. This wolf seemed alright, he wasn't s dick like the wolf he had encountered in the mountains. That was pretty cool.

"Alright Mal" he barked as he waved his soaking tail around sending more water flying all over. "No man, that life isn't for me.." he barked while shaking his head energetically from side to side, "I don't wanna tie myself to a pack yet," he added and then motioned with his snout towards the male, "How about you?"