Greatwater Lake lost and found and barely hanging on

It seems the rain has come to a has sit at stop. He’s sure it won’t stop for long, it never does as of late. All he does know is that he’s getting insanely tired of the pouring rain and the flooding. It’s getting really old, really quick. Today though he finds himself trekking down to the lake just west of his Canyon. He’s eager to see who’s there this time. Always seems to be someone interesting there. For a moment his mind even dares to drift towards the thought of Simmik. Her sugary white coat so pleasing to the eyes.

He shakes his head of the thoughts, he should probably be alert right now. Especially as he approaches and sees another form. Instantly, as if he literally cannot help himself, a devious smirk crosses his maw. “Now, who do we have here?” He hums loud enough for the other to hear him.