Lake Rodney tarnished

"Birk," the white wolf replied, dipping his muzzle politely. It seemed for a while that after returning to the easier (read - normal) subjects worth discussing between two strangers the conversation had lost a bit of it's exquisite taste. For one - he did not know immediately, what to add. And secondly - he somehow had a feeling that wolf eating beasts and bad life choices would remain the only exciting things they would have to talk about.

"So... I get that you are not from here originally. Where did you live before?" anywhere exciting?