Serpent Lake have you tried turning it off and on again?

The sun was pleasant. It warmed his now exposed back and the water within his fur was slowly evaporating. In the process, it pulled the damp, tawny hues from his coat and brought it back to life. The flames within his fur gleamed.

He thought nothing of himself. The conversation at hand was a far more stimulating thing than that which he could not lay eyes upon. "We survived," he murmured. They'd lost a few to disorientation from the storm, but they were one-by-one tracking them through these lands and showing up at their doorstep once more. It was good to know not all had been lost forever.

The wolf offered two names. Truthfully, this was the first time he recalled placing any kind of alias to the face before him. "Which do you prefer?" he asked, before the wolf continued. Siku. He'd been a wolf under Siku. From what Nanuk and Tonravik had told him, she was the lifeblood of everything Tartok. Curious this wolf was no longer an active part of that world.

"Kero," he replied easily enough. "It sounds as though you have a lovely family." It was nice to meet another male and a father, but in all honesty, Kero was more curious as to his ties, or lack of them, with Tartok. "I know the ties to Siku and Tonravik run deep. What led you to go your own way?"