Arrow Lake idfc

unaware of the ironic connection they shared, samothes offers a dry laugh, nodding. after the brutally long winter they've all just endured, a nice warm day and a swim is a welcome reward. he accepts the man's name with a slow bob of his head, returning, "samothes," smoothly. zamael is cute -- samothes quite likes his eyes -- but he does not feel the need to make any moves, still lethargic from his tet-a-tet with alarian.

instead, the messeda boy yawns, stretching luxuriously. "you from around here?" he asks, not picking up the scent of pack on the other man's fur. his voice is idly curious, collecting information through small talk for the time being, until -- if -- some more interesting venture rears its head.