Lake Rodney bikini season in the southern hemisphere

"No plans," she assured him. Peregrine said nothing. He didn't particularly care to continue the conversation. However, she had another question for him. It earned a blank stare. He didn't understand what had prompted the question. Then it occurred to him: maybe she thought he was trying to lay claim to the lake shore. It had crossed his mind to broaden his range but there was nothing more to it yet.

"I live at the caldera there," Peregrine said, motioning toward the squat smokestack of a mountain with his black muzzle. "We have no plans to move," he added succinctly, then glanced northward in silent expectation for her to be on her way.