by Chaoswolf » Thu May 10, 2012 7:39 am
Azazel sighs, but he's not one to mope over anything. His two moods are apathetic laziness and boldly adventurous. His body is already feeling the shift in gears. "Well, suppose we go looking for some? No wolf or elk are certainly on their way here." He pauses to consider what he just said. This is the lake...the source of life for any living forest creature whether they k ow it or not. How could nothing be here? "You don't suppose something's wrong, do you?"