Otter Creek Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star

Giving a sigh and turning to the girl, he rolled his eyes an action she would probaly see. He waited however. 

"Thank me for what? It's your own fault if your parents didn't teach you how to protect yourself while out in the world alone."

Siarut didn't mean to be rude. His remark was prehaps a little to callous, although he wouldn't take notice. It was unlikely that he would ever so this shewolf again. Yet he took the time to impart his small wisdome on her. 

"Sleeping out in the open is dangerous, I couldn't just leave you to the whim of another. You never know who might come about." Sia remember his sister, and the brutalized wolf they had recently taken in. Blackfeather Woods, he thought of the pack he would soon try to join. He loved his sister, and he hoped to join her, but he couldn't but be nervous. 

Shaking the feeling her returned his olive gaze to the multihued woman before him. "Come on." He taunted her, goading her to join him in the water. It wasn't that cold, not as cold as in the north, but it was cool. At this time of night it would probably be fridgid to anyone that wasn't from the north. Sia hadn't thought that through however, and assumed that any wolf would be hot. Even in the evening. As he walked further out, he would attempt to splash he, a rude gesture he knew, but he didn't care.