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Speedy was right in the assumption the their continued friendship would mean never living down sleeping out in the open. Sia wasn't one to forget mistakes, and would be sure to bring it up in any further communication they might have.

Sia had never been farther south than he was currently, and couldn't imagine being any warmer. He physically fliched at the idea. 

She gave him a weird look, as though she were trying to figure something out. He laughed at her comment, and shook his head in humor. "I'm from the north, a pack called the Aningan Tundra." Sia was positive she wouldn't know where that was, or even how to properly pronounce Aningan. She was positive that she could pronounce his name however, "I am Siarut." He added. She had offered her name and so he offered his own.

He was glad that she joined him in the water, and was slightly surprised as the water came higher on her than on himself. Considering his size he should have realized. He wouldn't judge the woman for stepping out if she were to cold, but he decided to even more wet. The water was shallow enough for him to sit in, and so that exactly what he did.