Lake Rodney Kill Wanheda, and you command death.

For @Praimfaya, sorry it's short.

Despite Autumn's approach, the day was abnormally warm. The midday sun beat down hard on the charcoal of his shoulders and he pressed on, head bowed as he padded in the direction of an unfamiliar lake's edge that tempted him closer.

It was a relief to feel coolness to his sore paw pads, to the travel-worn joints of his lower limbs. Dacio dipped his head and lapped at the surface, content to linger in the shallows for a while to drink his fill.