I heard his reluctant okay, and honestly I do not understand why he is reluctant at all. How can someone not want to come to the water, and get their fur as clean as possible? It was only logical to be clean. Dirt was bad for many reasons. One, it covers the true beauty and looks of one self. Two, it contains things like insects and bugs. Three, you can get sick rolling around in dirt and bad things. Yes, why someone would not be most excited to get clean, completely baffles me, but Father often talks of others being 'idiots'. Those with less brains and smarts. I, of course, am not one of those idiots. I am the daughter of Andromeda and Azrael! My Father is the best, and my Mother comes from a line of great star-children. I am the most beautiful of both lines, combined into one stunning package. Of course this boy would follow me to the water, because...I am pretty and I am sure he wants to look at me.

I begin to walk on my dainty star-studded paws of silver. I am rather careful of where I place my paws, and my movements are very particular. I am graceful, of course, and there is a distinct royal peppiness to my whole strut. I may have just cried from the dirty boy touching me and tackling me, but I am still a puppy. Things sorta...drift from my mind quickly. I am still not happy with him, and will NEVER forget how he got me dirty. I am just like...super excited to get to the water. I mean, it is simply the best part of the day. Getting clean. Nothing will ever beat it in my mind, being complete perfection. Dirt...only taints it. My princess crowns twist to hear the boy better, asking me why he shouldn't tackle girls, saying it is called playing and his sister does it. I stop dead in my tracks, my head twisting around with a snap to look at him with disgust. A girl? Wanting to do this? I blink my prussian blue eyes at him, before turning slowly to continue on once again.

"You es having sister, but your sister es not being a true lady. Playing dirty es not for ladies. I es an lady,"I say with my developing puppy voice, my chest puffing a little with my words. Yes, I am rather proud that I am becoming a lady, and not some...dirty girl like his sister. It does not surprise me. I am sure his parents are not telling them of how ladies should really act. I have learned that other parents don't teach their children properly, at least, that is what my parents say about other parents sometimes. Apparently there isn't some sort of agreed way to raise children, but obviously my parents are doing it the right way, and his are...completely wrong. Yet, I sometimes think that puppies are not smart. My sister enjoys getting dirty and doing this playing, but my sister is not the...smartest, if you ask me, but I mean, I cannot be too mean to her. She is still my sister.

I hear him as he talks of how I should teach him to be clean and he will teach me how to play. Okay, yes, I am always happy to spread the world on how to stay properly clean, that way if he touches me it won't be so...terrible and he won't make me cry with his gross. But to teach me how to play? What the hell does this boy have in mind? I still continue firth towards the source of precious cleanliness ahead. I do not want to learn how to do this play, at least, I do not want to be touched. Maybe it can be okay if he doesn't touch me.

"Yes, I es teaching you to be clean, but if you es teaching me to be doing this playing, you es teaching me without touching me!" I say with a definite nod as we come upon the view of the river. I cannot help but allow my silky tail to begin to wag at the sight of something so lovely. And really, I have quite the tail already even as a younger pup. Maybe I am bias, but my silver tail is just lovely with all the white speckles. My stars. My sparkles. My tail might be my prized possession. I bounce on forward, a small grin making its way onto my pretty face. He then says to teach him, and of course, calls me a princess. Just as Father does. I cannot help to look back at him with a proud smile. I trot over to the river. I make sure to trot over to a spot full of pebbles and smoothed over rock. IT is a nice, relaxing place really. A place of solace that any wolf with a nice heart would enjoy. I carefully place my paws into the water upon the pebbles, and it only goes up to my ankles or so. All I really needed. I then let my eyes rest upon the boy, a look of authority to me as I begin to explain all the nuances of cleaning.

"First, you es needing to find spot with pebbles. Pebbles es being these right here. They es keeping your paws from the dirt. You es also needing the water that es not deep. This es right water. It es also clean water, it es being clear and not brown. You es seeing? Yes, this es right water. It es clean water. Once you es finding good pebbles and good water, you stand in the water."I say as I then look at the boy, making sure that he is, well, paying attention.

"Then, you splash the water on your self. Here, I es showing you," I say as I proceed to attempt to splash myself with the water. It isn't as...easy as Mother makes it out to be. I try to splash it upwards, but my paws are not so good at it yet. My beautiful eyes narrow as my nose wrinkles. Yes, Mother makes this a lot easier.

"Uh, You es coming over next to me. I es needing to show you. It es being better when two help each other get clean. You es needing to splash my fur with the water, and then I es needing to splash your fur. Okay?" I say my face attempting to turn sweet again. Hopefully, this boy knows how to get wet, and not to get the dirty mud water on me. Good thing we are near pebbles, as I have a feeling this boy would somehow figure out how to make getting clean a dirty experience.