With his eyes still closed, Cahir heard the approaching footfalls of a casually paced individual, shortly after, a stranger’s voice filled the empty space. The man’s ears flicked, though he made no attempt to get up quite yet. From another direction, an equally unhurried pace was coming closer. This one actually prodded him, causing his silver eyes to open, when doing so he was surprised by how heavy his lids felt. Was he that tired from the ordeal?

Cahir’s head lifted, casting a gaze upon a figure of silver and one of black and white. Not all day, he offered the boy with a small grin. Just a short rest after having to fight the unexpected water, still, he hadn’t a clue as to what actually happened. Turning his attention to the second, his head angled down, staring at the paw that was poking him like some sort of poorly performed corpse examination. For now. Unless you plan to change that? there was an edge of playfulness to the question, a single brow rising and his small grin remaining spread to his lips.

It was evident that the two were of the same group, their scent strong and telling him all he needed to know: this was their home, likely a central section of the territory, based on the way markings were so thick and fresh around him. How could he have possibly ended up in the middle of a pack’s territory? It wasn’t as if he could have just waltzed in.

Pulling himself to his feet, Cahir shook himself out, removing as much excess water as he could. Sorry for— the man looked over his shoulder, taking a quick glance at the lake before facing the duo once more, —escaping your lake? the influx implied it as an odd question, since it was an unusual, yet nearly comical, thing to happen. Why a lake? Why here? … Where was here?