Swiftcurrent Creek Good Life

Hyacinth made Merlin think of flowers and, what a girly name it was for a man like this. But he was smart enough to keep his trap shut, even if there were one or two witty remarks on the tip of the tongue. His older comrades would have chipped in without hesitation and been mercilessly tactless and rude, he - on the other hand - was still very much aware that he was a young wolf and was not at liberty to say everything he wanted. What's allowed to Jupiter, is not allowed to an ox.

"Puddles?" Merlin tilted his head to the side, feeling curious and a bit confused too, then looked down at the river water, which seemed perfectly fine to him, then back at the flower man. "It looks fine to me," he shrugged, not much to add in regards of small-talk about quality of water. "Where are you heading to?" he asked. They chatted for a while and then their ways parted.