Big Salmon Lake It's funnier in Enochian.

bein a little vague jic

Hm. He watched her eyes follow his mouth. The man couldn't quite put his finger on the situation, but he did not think to ask about it, either. Peoples' oddities were theirs alone. She did not know the man named Slade, though she provided a different bit of information. A pack nearby. Étoille followed the movement of her nose, curious. "He is not," he answered. "I do not have a pack." For the moment, anyway. It was serendipitous that a pack should be so close to where he wound up. "What is your pack?" Étoille asked her, more genuinely curious than polite for once, and glanced to the just-visible caldera again.