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

lasher grinned at kero's brief, sheepish recollection of his own origins. gathering himself, the earthen man moved to where the crimson wolf lay, resting down again a few feet away. "draw from your heart. we all are born; we all live. breathe. travel. your very guardedness makes you interesting, kero," taltos explained, pondering the slow travel of a yellow caterpillar across the top of one forepaw.

his murkwater eyes glanced to the tartok-man then. "but if you do not wish to speak of it, that is understood. i spoke very little of my witches and the glen in which i was born when i ran with siku. there was hardly need for words." his countenance glowed with an affable light; he fell quiet then.