cunning edge, but classic ._. mud wallowing

[ARVID R.]

Deep down, Arvid did know what Anthemtalon was doing. He knew how lizards worked, and he knew that mud could be a good insulator. Absolutely perfect for keeping the warmth in, and thus absolutely perfect for cold blooded creatures. And yet... he still found himself vaguely disgusted as he approached. Not to the same level as Aphra, obviously, but he really couldn't imagine rolling around in the mud and having it feel good. Perhaps it was just a side effect of his thick coat – mud clung to it like crazy, and he was fairly sure he'd still be finding chunks of dried mud months later if he went wallowing in it. Not to mention the fact that the young thane really didn't need any kind of insulator. His dark – for the most part – and thick pelt was enough to get him through pretty much any cold weather, and also served as a bit of a hindrance when it was warmer. Putting an insulator on his already strained body would probably just lead to him overheating and having a miserable time – not that he could really explain that plainly to Anthem. He doubted that the komodo would even vaguely understand what he was talking about.

Still, Arvid approached the little "mud party" that was going on, mainly due to the presence of Saturn. His father figure just looked so incredibly happy... he couldn't resist coming to sit for a little while. So, the canine sat near the edge of the large mud "pond," his tail resting over his paws before he spoke up, "Well... this certainly looks like fun, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to pass. I don't wanna end up panting until I pass out, after all." His words were mostly directed at Saturn and the others more than Anthem. He doubted that Anthemtalon would care that much about him not going into the mud – aside from the other seemingly wanting to share everything he considered "positive" with them all. Unfortunately, it seemed as though the large lizard still didn't understand that their definitions of what was great or not varied pretty wildly on occasion from his.

i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass