Redhawk Caldera Mistral Firefly

Birk got in a more comfortable position for listening - he lied down and crossed his forepaws in front of him. With head tilted slightly to one side, he took in every word the girl told him and, when he paused, his face fell for a moment. "That's it?" he asked in a surprised tone, wondering, when and how he had missed that part about a living being becoming a water. He knew that he was not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but - hey - how complicated the short story had to be, in order for him to miss the punchline entirely?