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

He lifted from the water. His pads were starting to become soft and he did not wish to soak them any longer. Rising to his feet, he took a few steps towards the shore and turned upon the grass. He shook himself briefly, careful not to shake himself too vigorously lest he spray Lasher in the process. Finished, he settled in the sun, sitting sphinx-like upon the grass as he looked towards the wolf as he spoke of many things.

The earthen wolf confirmed many of his suspicions and validated much of which he'd come to learn. Those things... there were not secrets. There was no questioning the feralness of Tartok and everything that was derived from it. Apathy. Conceit. A number of other words he couldn't quite place his mind on, but the overall feeling of those words was there.

"Has anyone suggested you take up poetry, Lasher?" he asked when the wolf had finished. "You have such a way with words... No doubt you'd spin the most magnificent tales if you ever wished to pick up storytelling." With the words he'd used in their short time together? Kero could only imagine the chivalry of heroes and the dastardly deeds of the villains he might dream up.