Duck Lake karma is the thunder

Silver with stark cinnamon eyes—she looked to him as the rain began to become more heavy and he could have swore he saw a flicker of excitement in her eyes before it dulled with realization—a mistaken moment, perhaps?

Hell, now he was even disappointing the local strangers.

Blinking, water beginning to drip down his forehead, he considered their surroundings. Duck Lake was… just that. A lake—a bunch of water, nothing that seemed wise to stick around as he heard the distinct rumble of thunder in the distance. “My home is that way,” he nodded toward the direction of the creek, and then gave pause—“There’s a spare den or two there you can ride the storm out in, if you want,” he offered, realizing only after he spoke just how much he probably represented the term ‘Stranger Danger.’