Greatwater Lake roped up, rat in a cage

‘I usually do.’
 
It was at that Daighre let out a snort, all rough derision as he exhaled from his nostrils at her overwrought, overdramatic theatrics. His eyes rolled and it was with struggle he let himself settle onto the sand and back against his haunches, his tail curling tight against his backside.
 
“Whatever.” He huffed and looked out onto the lake’s rolling tides.