Ouroboros Spine take me home

After Dijax's parade, the air had become still again, and you could only hear the gentle flow of the stream and the grasshoppers chirping. It was almost peaceful, were it not for the feeling of bareness the robust male felt as his wet fur clung to his pink skin. Attempting at being quiet as he exited, Dijax made his way out of the water as he sensed Mordecai, who had been watching him with a smile, begin to speak.

Dijax listened until the end of the russet man's words, which showed that he didn't feel the Russian could handle himself during the winter. He had very few injuries; mainly cuts and bruises, and a deep fatigue and dehydration, but he was perfectly capable of handling himself. With a tilt of his head and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, the foreign wolf spoke: "The winter does not fret me, Mordecai. I was raised in the harsh conditions of the tundra — I know how to care for myself in the cold better than I know how to do anything else," he paused, taking a breath, "However, I would be honoured to aid you and your pack until I decide what I am doing next," he finished.

Dijax waited a few moments before adding facetiously, brows raised in jest: "I am a very useful attribute when it comes to the bitter season." He was not joking; he was a pragmatic thing, and he wanted somewhere safe to stay while he figured out where to start.