Northstar Vale Complaining is Verbal Littering

His head lowered to the stream. Water was a wonderful thing. This water was an amazingly wonderful thing. So clear. So fresh. He lapped up quite a bit of it until he had dribbles running down his chin. Lifting his head, his tongue made quick work of cleaning up the mess and he was presentable once more. Now... for another drink or not? He debated it, staring at the water and decided to go for it. Ooop. Bad idea. Brain freeze.

Kero winced, stepping away from the water as he pressed his eyes closed and fought through the initial head rush. Too fast and too cold. Well, then. He had been a bit hasty now hadn't he?

His mind was distracted, focused on casting away that initial pain. He almost didn't notice another wolf join him until a light shadow crossed into his peripheral and whispered a hello. He cleared his head and glanced upward, turning his crown to gaze upon the white female who'd chanced this vibrant vale. "Well, hey there," he greeted. "Fancy meeting someone in a hidden little hole like this. You live here, or just happen upon the place?"