Lake Rodney You were making fun of the way I drive

Wet, yes, wet was enjoyable. Pyramus nodded his head, enthusiasm hanging on each eager bob. The wolfdog’s ears perked sharply so that he could listen to the description of the fen. It was a wetland where they had settled their pack. It had hills and trees, Eljay had done quite a fine job of describing what the terrain was like. In fact, if the halfling tried hard enough, he could all but picture himself standing upon it.

You’re sure that it’s okay for a halfling? Pyramus opted in question, wanting to know if his hopes were simply carrying him out of the realm of reasonability. Eljay had been nothing but patient, understanding, even friendly. The wolfdog had not anticipated it would be such an easy discussion to have.

Wolves hunt. Pyramus realized this was an odd place to cease talking after he had allowed a stretch of silence to fill the space after. Besides, he could hunt too, only not as well. What do you hunt in a fen? he inquired, tilting his head curiously.