Lake Rodney When you see me baby will you scream or will you laugh?

The shadow which moved to the edge of the lake, like himself, was something sharp of profile and rangy in build, and he caught a glimpse of it before the exclamation; though she was too far from him for the sound to register as any word Kapros took notice of her and swiveled his head to watch.

Someone of a purer nature might have been baited in by such a display. He could not tell if she was genuinely hurt or not — but the fact of the matter was, he didn't really give two shits. As she moved to drink of her own volition Kapros watched her for a minute longer, then when he'd rendered silent judgement, bent himself to drink at last.

The water was indeed cold. It coursed a numbing chill down his throat. While he drank he kept his ears turned to the shadow, his eyes glancing between the water's surface and the stranger. He was a fidgeting, anxious sort of fellow with enough life experience to make caution a worthwhile endeavor.