Drinks are on me!

Kero smirked. "Pretty much." Pretty to think so. Abandoning that question and reply, Kerosene sat up in the water and lowered his head to one side. Hind paw lifted, scratching at his ear for a moment before he pulled himself more completely out of the water. He shook his coat, sending a spray of water into the air. When he stopped, his pelt seemed to bristle naturally. Still wet. Still gathered at the ends. He'd dry eventually, but for now all was well and good.

The wolf asked a question. His name? Ahh. Right. He'd not spoken it before. "Iqniq," he replied. It was the name Tonravik had given him when he'd entered the spine. He wore it here. The rest of the wilds? They knew him by something else. It was, perhaps, an identity crisis of some kind, but it mattered not. He would be what he needed to be when it was required of him. No more. No less.

His golden gaze turned to the horizon only to fall back upon the dark wolf. Arverk. The name Tonravik had given him. This one seemed to be growing into it well. "What did you mean when you spoke of tracking?" Kerosene asked, referring back to their time on the borders. Back then, Kero'd thought of it as hunting, but now he wondered if the wolf might have meant something else.