Greatwater Lake at least pretend you didn't want to get caught

@Xi'nuata
Predated to before the IC joining thread.

Though he tried to keep his attention on Lham as much as possible, there were times when Raheerah found himself tiring of the presence of the monk. He was virtually attached to her hip, and there was no way to corner the fragile little doll without him to follow. He valued his solitude over the company of the monk, and so Raheerah found himself parting, temporarily, from the traveling group.

The moon lingered high, illuminating much of the lake with its pale glow. It seemed to make the winter air that much colder. His skin was thick and blistered, but without the protection of fur in some places, the cold would send perturbations and shivers through him. The wind would often tousle his long, oily hairs too, revealing fractions of skin and chilling him further. It would be a lie to say that Raheerah did not experience the cold. A dragon thrived on the fire in its chest, but that did little to warm him externally. Still, he hoped that he could find a distraction.

Clouds dotted the heavens, and the light of the moon revealed only as beams through the dense cover, diffuse until they would part. And then the gusts would bring them together again, and he would fall into minor darkness. He stood out against the pristine snow, which littered the shore and the frozen lake that yawned further out. He could see its ice, where the snow had blown away. Raheerah was hardly unwise enough to tread into its center. The brute instead hovered by its edge, looking out into the field of snow, and the cloudy skies, and the veiled moon and huffed out a tendril of mist.