Lake Rodney tarnished

Kaizer found his company to be both a delight and a bane, which in turn made it difficult to know when he should stop entertaining Birk's presence. His eyes got a little big when the snowshoe wolf claimed to be out of good questions, but then proceeded to offer up a bad one instead. Bluesummer snorted, "you're incorrigible."

Weather was irrelevant to a guy with ambitions beyond the scope of how warm or cold it was outside, and even though he felt a little irked by the twenty-questions, the side of his muzzle curved into a dry smirk. "I don't notice the weather much..." he admitted in mild kindness, probably aware that he hadn't been the best companion in the conversation department. "What do wolves who notice the weather typically say about it?"