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An interesting thing about me, I love water. It seems to be just a part of my playful side, I guess, because I just love dousing myself in the stuff. It isn't always the best for those around me, though, so I usually go at it alone. Poor Akrios, has to put up with my odd quirks like this. Yet, he loves me anyhow, and I'm perfectly happy with that fact. Even if it means that I'll have to shake myself off good and well before seeing him again later so that I don't smell like wet wolf. Have you ever smelled a wet wolf?
Today, I've basically found myself hot as all get out, so I sort of found a waterfall and just ran into it when I noticed it had a little cavern in behind the bursting geyser.
Ooh. Cool.
The very essence of the day's essentially changed to me, gone from a simple "sit in sun, burn your fur off" day to "go swimming, smell like wet canine" day. Is it so wrong that I love those kinds of days? It's got all of my muscles relaxed, and I just feel like sinking into the water. For now, though, I'll just stick to letting my forepaws just sort of sit on the surface, by the edge.
The scents that were previously blocked by the cascading curtain have suddenly come in here, or at least a one or two. I don't know how I didn't exactly notice before, but the presence of the other entering the cavernous hole in the wall does make me curious, ears perked with the notion and eyes widened slightly.
And, just like that, my curiosity is furiously activated again. Furious in the way that I'm not going to be satisfied until I know who this fellow is, and what that look on his face means, and where he came from, and... You get my drift. But I'm patient enough when I need to be to gather what information I want. And I'm so very curious about things in general, you'll surely find this out if you spend any time around me.
I find myself just sort of staring, head tilting in a gesture of exactly how curious I am about you and who you are. Apparently, I wasn't the only one with this idea today, now was I? Though, I don't claim to have invented the idea, either.
As the ripples roll toward my wetted toes, the only real sound I find myself making is a sort of questioning... what would you call that, anyhow? It's not a whimper, there's no reason for me to be whining, it's just... a sound. Just a questioning sort of sound. In your direction.
Let the awkwardness begin. Today, I pay the dues to my curious nature.
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