The smaller feline replied to his request, asking what his favorite color was. “Uh,” Loch began to think. He wasn’t sure he had a favorite color. If he did, he hadn’t given it much thought. “Whatever you find I’m sure will be fine.” He’d reply. He wasn’t too picky as long as the shell was intact.
His gaze now fell back towards the feline, realizing too late that he was having trouble getting around in the muck. Delta was significantly smaller than he was, so the mud swallowed more of his body as he walked. Guilt began to bite at the larger wolf. He should have paid more attention to the situation before practically demanding the feline to give him a shell.
Loch sighed and began padding back towards the Delta to see if there was anything he could do to help, paws sinking into the mud as he approached. Delta seemed to be digging around in the sand, presumably looking for a shell. Within moments, the feline had managed to dig up a large, intact clam shell. Loch smiled. “Nice one.” He’d reply. “Thanks, catfish.”
With a shell now found, Loch would gaze back in the direction they needed to travel. The land began to slope upwards, leading out of the mud and onto rocky terrain. “Do you think you can make it a little further? It looks like the land becomes dryer just up there; it will be easier to travel in than this mud.”
Loch assumed Delta would prefer the dryer, rocky land over the mud. It would be easier for them to walk without the risk of sinking and getting stuck. Unlike Delta, Loch was used to the dry air. The feeling of being out of the water was a bit uncomfortable when he first chose to leave the sea, but it didn't bother him now that he had made a home on land.
His gaze now fell back towards the feline, realizing too late that he was having trouble getting around in the muck. Delta was significantly smaller than he was, so the mud swallowed more of his body as he walked. Guilt began to bite at the larger wolf. He should have paid more attention to the situation before practically demanding the feline to give him a shell.
Loch sighed and began padding back towards the Delta to see if there was anything he could do to help, paws sinking into the mud as he approached. Delta seemed to be digging around in the sand, presumably looking for a shell. Within moments, the feline had managed to dig up a large, intact clam shell. Loch smiled. “Nice one.” He’d reply. “Thanks, catfish.”
With a shell now found, Loch would gaze back in the direction they needed to travel. The land began to slope upwards, leading out of the mud and onto rocky terrain. “Do you think you can make it a little further? It looks like the land becomes dryer just up there; it will be easier to travel in than this mud.”
Loch assumed Delta would prefer the dryer, rocky land over the mud. It would be easier for them to walk without the risk of sinking and getting stuck. Unlike Delta, Loch was used to the dry air. The feeling of being out of the water was a bit uncomfortable when he first chose to leave the sea, but it didn't bother him now that he had made a home on land.