Lake Rodney One fish, two fish...

Luhtar shook himself off, water flying from his soaked fur, though it did little to ease the chill that settled through him. He glanced over, catching the sight of Galen’s broad grin and hearty laughter. The look was infectious, enough to pull a small, reluctant chuckle from Luhtar despite his waterlogged fur weighing down on him.

"Áfram, haltu áfram að hlæja." He snarled out.

He had to hand it to the brute--he wasn't afraid to back up his bark. As Galen boldly approached the water's edge, Luhtar watched him with narrowed eyes, curious to see just how far his friend would go.

If he chickened out, it was entirely okay. Luhtar wouldn't judge him too much. Much to his surprise, though, he watched as Galen tilted his head towards him. A wager... Luhtar rolled his eyes. Sounded like an excuse.

"Fine. If you catch something, I’ll… catch your dinner for next week." He couldn't hide the sour apprehension that curled upon his snout, but he had already laid out the terms. He couldn't take them back now. All he could do was step back and hope that Galen would drown in the lake's frigid waters.