Cerulean Cape Washed

There are times when you are most assuredly happy that you don't possess a superpower such as reading minds. Crixus at this very moment would be thanking his lucky stars that he could not sense the inner workings of the gold capped wolf standing before him. If he were able he would have recognized that he was indeed in an 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' situation. 

Not possessing such an ability, the bright blues of the wet wolf dog looked up at her once more before coming to a rather quick conclusion that all this water that had drenched his coat had made him quite cold. With a bit of a shiver running up his spine, he picked himself up off the sandy beach and began to shake. Water and sand particles alike, going in every which direction until he was satisfied. The life ring still wrapped around him had not gone unnoticed and part of him wanted to ditch the blasted thing, but it had saved his life. Perhaps he owed this life giver a debt. 

After much thought, he shimmied along the beach, rolling around until he removed the encumbering life ring. It had been uncomfortable, but he wasn't ditching his savior. He was far too honorable to do such a thing. No, the edge was artfully scooped upward with his nose until he lifted it up enough to slide his head under and through the hole once more.

Crixus' attention again returned to Atotzli after ignoring her presence. Unlike her, he was not thinking about what parts of her he could offer up to some strange god. He was more so focused on trying not to end up dead after surviving the coldest depths of hell. He outstretched his forelimbs before her as his chest lowered to the beach with his tail whipping behind him. A soft yawning howl uttered in her direction as he attempted to greet her.