Lake Rodney You don't get old by being stupid

"I see," Teemu replied quietly. He sat, contemplating what a life without a pack would be like. For him, it was unimaginable. The heat, which was, at one point, comfortable beating down on him, was growing too hot. His lips parted and he panted slightly to alleviate the summer torridity, but the blue water nearby was calling to him. The tall male rose to his feet, stretched, gave his coat a quick shake, and wandered to the lake's edge, where he gradually stepped in until the water barely reached his belly. It was cool and refreshing. He eyed the fish swimming quickly around his thin legs, similar to the one his acquaintance had been eating. He wasn't hungry yet and merely watched their bodies slither and whip past him. Lifting his narrow head, Teemu looked back to the black female, whose name his still didn't know, and smiled pleasantly, "What about friends? Do you ever find yourself lonely?"

Maybe he was asking too many questions. Maybe he was prying. Teemu wasn't sure how much information she would divulge about herself or this land he'd wandered into, but he figured she'd let him know if he crossed any lines. After so much time on his own, it was a pleasure to be having a conversation with someone other than his own thoughts. Although waiting for any response she might give, Teemu followed his questions with a nod toward the water, inviting her for a swim if she was interested.