Ouroboros Spine take me home

[size=x-small]It's fine - I'm not sure how you want the stream to look, so I'll be vague with the description. Let me know if what I've written isn't correct.[/size]

They had nearly reached their destination of the stream — Dijax could hear it nearby, and he normally would have salivated at the thought of finally taking a drink, but he was too exhausted. This was the longest he had gone without water. It had to have been over fourtey-eight hours of water deprivation, and the dark backed wolf tried hard to contain himself like he had previously done for the Alpha.

With calculated steps he walked down the aged stones lined with slick moss in the cavity. Dijax had no trouble doing so; he was used to guiding himself down icy banks in the tundra, and this was more or less the same. On their way down, the tall male asked: "What is your name?" He kept his eyes on the stones below him to avoid slipping on the glistening elements as he spoke. He still hadn't been informed of the other wolf's title, which would be a useful thing to know, and information was one thing the exotic male would not pass up on.

A current of water flowed quietly in the small valley, the same stones they had been walking across dotted along the stream. Vegetation grew beneath the water's surface and along the banks. Dijax waited for the rusty beast to give him some signal that he was allowed to drink. He was in the stranger's territory, so he had to be polite, and careful.