Duck Lake The Tingler

It was early evening, and the stars were beginning to rise. He normally would sleep, as he'd been up all day, but rest eluded him. Perhaps his spirit was trying to adjust his sleep schedule, so the ivory priest could once more live his life through the night, and not so during the day.

The small lake called out to him--he was quite thirsty--and he strode forward purposefully, not noticing the other until he was almost upon him. Flicking an ear, Phocion drew close to the surface of the water, taking a long drink before looking up, pink tongue swiping once or twice over his muzzle, where little icy droplets had collected.

"Kalnee," he greeted without thinking. It was the tribe's evening 'hello,' used to greet any son or daughter of Fengari when the stars were out. The man was older and russet, with beautiful, expressive eyes. He hoped he wasn't bothering him, if he were alone with his thoughts.