⟬ Somewhere... far away... maybe? ⟭
A handsome grey wolf approached a sparkling pool of water for a drink.
He stretched his body in view of his reflection, admiring his handsome grey pelt-- which was very much like that of a real wolf.
Tres Leches was not *technically* a real wolf.
Real wolves had little to no metal in or outside their bodies.
If anything, Tres was originally reluctant to think of himself as a *fake* wolf. At that time, he wanted to embrace his dark iron heritage.
However, he realized how nice it was to have a luxurious pelt...
--also, how nice baths were.
Therefore, thoughts of 'real' and 'fake' wasn't so important.
The benefits of being fluffy and clean largely outshone any benefits of being... sharp and edgy?
--metal-y and polished?
Tres Leches whet his thirst in the pool. Real wolves drank water because they would die without it.
