Arrow Lake i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;

The water flooded his mouth, ran down his throat, and he gulped it despite how cold it felt by comparison to the humid air above. He drank, and drank, filling his belly, until he couldn't breathe at all and had to lift his face out of the water again.

The dark grey of his face looked to be masked in black because of the dampening of his fur; the water dribbled off of his chin, down his snout, out of his nostrils, and from his brow — rivulets that made a melodic beat as they rejoined the rippling surface. He looked surly; glaring across the water for a heartbeat, and then around. He blinked water from his eyes and as he withdrew from the edge, shook his face and shoulders to try and dry himself. As he was quite close to little Eleuthera, the resulting splatter probably affected her.

Revui did finally notice her, and his darkened brow raised slightly. Eleuthera, he greeted in his usual monotone, taking a deep breath of her flowery scent. Nothing around here matched, from what he recalled of the range anyway, except the scent brought to mind the heavy-set warrior woman he had met - Orlaith. You are far from home.