Serpent Lake a warm patch of sun

the man spoke in an usual way. not that gennesis would point anything like that out, his own speaking patterns came from things said to him rather than traditional thinking.

his orange gaze squinted, looking out around the lands. trees in the distance, the mesa looming in a forbidden way. the man offered scaly beasts, although revealed he had been looking to rest. someplace warm. nowhere here, he thought loosely. he too desired somewhere warmer.

it is better to rest on a full belly. he answered with a thin smile. perhaps they are trapped under ice, waiting the warmth.