Lake Bismuth swimming in a fish bowl

His eyes widened. That was it. His former bundle of mud seemed to look a bit better. Ironic as it was, she was actually of good help. "What made you think of that?" His head tilted. To be quite honest, he was a bit jealous he hadn’t thought if it himself. After all, he took great pride in his creativity.

Whoever this strange wolf was — he paused. Wait a minute. His train of thought came to a momentary stop. Who on earth is this wolf? Why hadn’t he realized that before? He wasn’t even aware of her name. His eyes traced back down towards the ground in thought. The confusion was clear as it settled in.

He felt as if he could feel his mothers judgmental gaze all the way from here, though she was miles away. Stranger danger, She’d always told him. Not that he listened then, either. His head was as hard as a plate of gold. No matter what anyone else said. 

He concluded that he actually couldn’t care less in a matter of seconds, turning back towards her in await of her answer.