It has been half a year since Malachi started training with Roman and Mohegan, and already his body shows the evidence of their arduous work. Where once he was naught more than puppy fluff, now there is sinewy muscle that ripples under his coat as he moves. In fact, Mother has commented recently that he’s looking more like his father each passing day, and while he is still a little more gangly than his ultimate form, Malachi can agree that his body is becoming more regal to complement his budding strength. It looks downright heroic, so of course, Malachi is utterly pleased. However, this transformation is not all dandelions and roses, and today his muscles moan from the constant exertion. At times like these, Malachi has discovered the best thing is a calm walk and a nice cool bath. Thus, he decided to make the trek from the hot and dry Taviora to the cool streams of the Susil Crags.

He gingerly dips a paw into the water, releasing a happy sigh as the water streamed against his pad and between his toes. He brings his paw up and sets it next to the other, crouching down, bunching up, and giving a little butt wiggle before he dives in. The water is only deep enough to come up to his chest, but he makes full use of it as he rolls and splashes, and generally has a grand ol’ time. Once he’s thoroughly wet, he rolls onto his side and simply lets the stream roll over him, his head sticking up from the water like some sort of oddly lupine Loch Ness monster with his tongue lolling casually out the side of his mouth.