Lake Rodney tarnished

The stranger, whether he had meant to or not, drew from Kaizer a genuinely amused feeling -- and he snorted to express as such, unable to remember the last time someone had made him laugh. "I'm not too sure about that. You did after all, check to see if I was dead first." If anything, that made him a coward, wanting to know how easy his prey would be before deciding whether or not to strike. "You had the drop on me," he unabashedly admitted, tossing in a shrug of lean shoulders for good measure. If he were the cannibalistic one (not that either of them were), he'd certainly had taken advantage of the unaware state he himself had been caught in.

He posed a good question then, which only served to lighten Kaizer's mood as he slowly began to accept that the wolf before him wasn't an idiot at all. Just young, maybe. He'd been prepared to answer, tail wagging and everything, before the male changed his mind on wanting to know the answer. Not to that question anyway. Not a second went by before he was asking something else. "Kaizer," he said without hesitation. "What's yours?"