Greatwater Lake Scrawny Motherfucker with a Cool Hairstyle

Oh, this was cool. Clarence hadn't really known it was possible to communicate with someone without words. And it made the other boy so happy, too. Aleister, his mind supplied as he looked the other wolf over. His curled tail wagged languidly behind him, pleased with his own ability to make the ghostly boy happy, when Aleister spoke again. 

Repeated his name.

Did he wanted Clarence to say his name again?

"Aleister," he echoed, wagging tail picking up a bit more speed. Then, he decided to take some initiative. He couldn't do a lot of physical activity right now, but he wanted to try to play regardless. He dropped his chest to the ground and bounced a bit, approaching the other boy and nudging his shoulder before gesturing to the water. That was what he was doing before, right?