Lake Rodney tarnished

The other's reaction was quite, what Birk had expected, and the shock and alarm in the gray fellow's face made him suppress laughter about the situation. "Chill out, man," he told him, however, taking some steps sideways, in case the guy was from those, who did not take jokes kindly. "Just making sure that you are still alive," he gave his reason and, since it sounded like such a nice one, he went on, "for a moment I thought that you might as well end up on my breakfast dish. That is - if you were dead, of course."

Yet the wolf did not seem entirely well - he could tell that from the scent of dried blood on the wolf's fur. "Who kicked your ass yesterday?" Birk asked sympathetically, realizing that he was slowly and inevitable building the solid brick road to trouble.