Lake Bismuth BWP: Square-like

Haizel was many things, but a man of being able to read the room, he struggled with. It was perhaps only through his cheerful tone that the wolves from his birth pack didn't clamp his muzzle shut when things were serious. 

Hiya Tumbleweed! Whatcha... doin'? he asked, sniffing about the pools for more information about them. It's really cool the way the water got here, right? It doesn't smell much like normal rainwater - and the plants seem to be thriving - I must know their secrets. this time, his voice was hushed, hunched over and staring at a flower. 

His snout sniffed it curiously.