Lake Rodney tarnished

Kaizer imagined that Birk's given coat color had a lot to do with where he had been born and they type of weather he consistently faced. Snow was only a issue a few months out the year where he was from, though as he listened to his company, he considered the fact that there might be places out there where it snowed more than it didn't... He sincerely hoped he wasn't trying to make a home in one of those places. "No wonder you're a cannibal," he remarked, joking— surprisingly.


He got to his feet, stretching his aching body and giving his dusty fur a shake before turning a light gaze on Birk. "I should get moving," he said, though in all actuality, he just wanted to find a more secluded place to sleep. He might've asked the man who'd done the waking to move along himself, but Kaizer wasn't inclined to remain in a spot he'd already been disturbed in once. "Until we meet again, Birk," he added, inclining his muzzle politely before turning to pad south of the lake.