Forget Your High Society

Ah perfect! He knew of someplace. It seemed as though Kero had come across a bit of good fortune. "Really now?" he asked, more rhetorically than anything else. "I would like that. If it's not too far out of your way." He offered the wolf an out, if only because it was the polite thing to do. Kero was certain he could find some place with fresh water eventually, but a guided tour would make the hunt that much quicker. If nothing else, he was appreciative of the offer. 

Standing and ready to go, Kerosene lingered, waiting for the wolf to begin to lead the way. A glance at the fellow told Kero he was somewhat blue around the edges. There was a soft, sorrowful feel about him that suggested things were not alright in this one's neighborhood. "Something eating you?" he asked, curious.