Duck Lake karma is the thunder

Eshe studied Akavir as he thought—she could have sworn she'd noticed a ghost of a smile. When he did answer, she couldn't help but chuckle at his answer. "Looks like I gotta toughen up," she mused.

The rain was picking up, and so they quickened their pace. When Eshe got the chance, she paused to shake off some water before continuing after him. She wasn't a fan of being wet. Since she'd inherited her father's fluffy coat, she knew it'd take a while to completely dry, putting a literal damper on her mood (hahaha get it???), but she tried distract herself by changing the subject. "Aside from the assholes, what's your pack like?" she asked. "Like ... how many are in it, and what's the territory like?" 

Eshe smiled despite her increasing discomfort, enjoying the conversation and company.