Whitefish River novocaine

:D <3

As the cold water soothed whatever fire remained within, Mordecai heard a voice call out to him in the moments that passed afterward. His ears swiveled atop his head long before he pulled his muzzle away from the crisp stream, and shortly afterward he spied out the motley mess of earthy colors approaching him. A wolf none too dissimilar to him, though younger and perhaps even a tad more unkempt.

Mordecai did not call back to him as he approached, but rather dipped his head in a silent greeting. It provided him with the opportunity to ascertain what he could about the male. The results were largely inconclusive; he smelled of the snow melt and damp earth, a creature loose of any territorial claim. A dispersal, more than likely.

"Mornin'," he returned when the younger counterpart had come closer. "Nice time for a run, isn't it?"