Serpent Lake my own summer

"No."

Of course not. The way she said it made his tail flick in irritation. She asked a question of her own, but Remort had already turned to venture further upstream with a swish of his tail and a scoff. He didn't tolerate such an attitude.

His interest in finding something to snack on waned. He would find the nearest fir and sleep the day away beneath it, and then continue his stupid search.

attempted exit x3