Swiftcurrent Creek Peanut butter and jealous

His show had distracted him from the youth momentarily; enough time for the child to submerge himself and swim further away from what Dapper presumed to be the pack's edged. All at once, the sopping child was standing nearby, shivering but eager to play. Dapper grinned disarmingly, playing back on the charm that had been his namesake prior to his starvation. The tail now dangling from his teeth, the thin male shook it playfully and tossed it nearer to the child, but a few steps further away from the scent of wolves...

"We can play," the male agreed readily, grey eyes alight with mischief. "But you'll freeze if you stay out in the open after your swim," he warned, knowing all too well the dangers of polar swims. "Should we find someplace warmer, first?" Having no experience with puppies of his own, there was no way for Dapper to tell how much the child understood— but if it came to it, he could always grasp it by the scruff and carry it away.