Ouroboros Spine take me home

Don't hesitate to be descriptive if you want to be. I honestly made it up as we went along, haha! :)

Dijax joined him as he waited along the bottom of the stones, taking his question with a faint smile. He had never introduced himself. He found that sometimes introductions came as an afterthought, but perhaps in light of this situation it had been out of sight and out of mind. “I'm Mordecai,” he offered, stepping out of the way as the Russian joined him along the length of the sunken bank. It was then that Mordecai stepped up to the gentle flow of the water, letting it dampen his toes where the ground had been worn down enough to work their way through. As he did, he noticed the print of deer beneath his own feet; the herd that the Spine wolves had been working on for the past few weeks had made their trek through recently.

But that note just stayed that, filed away underneath other things in the organized chaos that was better stated to be Mordecai's mind. Dijax had not joined him, but instead waited. He glanced back, confused by the action and unable to hide it. Only then did he glimpse the query of permission written out for him in more than just a glimpse. It was in his body language as well. “It's not poisoned, I promise. You can drink,” he said, cheekily. Stranger to their lands or not, Mordecai was good natured at heart. They couldn't hoard their water exactly, so he saw no reason not to let it be shared.