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If there was anything flowing into the pond, it was not immediately evident as the pair traced its perimeter, and he as he bent his head to sniff he arrived at the same conclusion as Tonravik: it was not fit to drink unless your thirst was dire. Kodiak could not grasp the concept of bacteria, but he remembered a day in his youth when he had drink from such a stale water source, and suffered for it. It was a lesson learned and not forgotten.

She looked to him, and he glanced to her. It was not drinkable, and there were no fish, unless these fish had come down with the rain. "I see no value in this, other than to know it is here," he opined with an ear twitch as his fiery eyes cast back out across the pond. At this elevation, not even frogs called the pond home. But it was a feature of the territory, and he would commit it to memory. Perhaps they could drown a trespasser here.