Serpent Lake that's not a riot - its a feast (lets eat)

He investigated the soil until there appeared to be nothing special about it; so it was red, but it wasn't blood that made it that way, and Drusk didn't know why else it might happen.

When he moved further along the lake's edge there was something familiar in the scent carried across the surface, so he stopped there to breathe and look out across the expanse, and that was when Gavrel appeared nearby. He gave the other man a look, a chuff, and then apparent disinterest.

Drusk proweled through a patch of sunlight and was heading towards his friend, but the wind shifted, and the scents carried from Gavrel caused him to freeze in place. He emphatically sneezed a few times, sniffed, and held firm of his location—concerned about the notes he found floating from the man.