Cool. [He would probably not admit that he envied that kind of ability, artistic or otherwise. He lacked the dexterity in his hands for any kind of real art aside from the abstract.
He watches Skyfire, occasionally itching his back against a rock as he waited. Once Sky made the invitation, he pads over and sniffs the bath, before dipping a paw in. It was hot, but he could handle it. He slowly dipped inside, almost instantly feeling a difference.]
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He watches Skyfire, occasionally itching his back against a rock as he waited. Once Sky made the invitation, he pads over and sniffs the bath, before dipping a paw in. It was hot, but he could handle it. He slowly dipped inside, almost instantly feeling a difference.]