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

The brown wolf rose and moved to settle closer. Kero shifted, rolling from a more upright position to shifting his hind paws beneath him so his back paws kicked out beneath him on the same side. A light smile curled upon his muzzle as Lasher spoke. So he had noticed the iron walls he held around his history. How very observant of him.

"Does it?" he asked somewhat cryptically. "To myself, I am a very important creature in this world. To others? I'm simply another face to be forgotten." He shrugged, downplaying the hint of wisdom within those words as he turned his attention more completely to the wolf.

Lasher gave him an escape. He took it, choosing not to speak of his own history as it was of little consequence to things of this current date. At his last statement, Kero couldn't help but laugh. "If the mother was anything like her daughter, there would be no words ever." Tonravik spoke so infrequently, and when she did, it was almost as if those words pained her for letting them escape. "You've met both. Are they similar?"