Arrow Lake abgeneigt

ears flicked at the sound of stigmata's steps, and the tone in the general's tone brought a brief, tight smile to the other's face. "it is not," he murmured, pulling first one paw and then another from the brackish water. turning to face stigmata, the gargoyle rolled his shoulders and let out a long sigh into the frigid air.
"you do not seem bothered," he observed dryly,  though amusement flickered at the center of his stoneflower gaze. stigmata surely, was enjoying the intoxication that was wreathing through their land; the lines of his body all but proclaimed it to be so.