Big Salmon Lake Mumbling To My Heart

He inhaled a long, lazy breathe and let it all go in one heaping breath. Pressing his eyes closed, he lingered, listening to the lapping of the lake against the shore and chatter of birds that winged over heard. It was peaceful. Nice. Serene even. Funny how he felt far more relaxed outside of packlands than within them. Politics made monsters of men.

She seemed almost offended when he suggested learning a language was not for him. A bemused expression fell across his face as he wiggled within the water and nestled his body within the wet sands. "You can call me a tazerfer sherieka all you want. It doesn't mean anything to me." He butchered the words and couldn't remember all of them, but hey, it's what he heard on his unknowing ears. "Unless you're volunteering to teach me."

His eyes slipped towards her, wondering if she simply wished to bark about learning or if she had any follow through in making that a possibility. Either way, she went on about waiting to train her student until her people settled. Still looking then, huh? "What? None of these lands good enough for you?" A tease.