Raise Your Glass If You Are Wrong In All The Right Ways

He was laying, stretched out in a comfortable position hidden beneath a ledge not far from the river. It was lovely to lounge in the shade as the heat of the day began to roll in. His pelt was free of paint today as he'd not found anything suitable to refresh it with, so the dark man looked slightly less feral than he might otherwise. Gold eyes gazed from half-closed lids at the water that rushed by on it's endless journey to somewhere far from him.

Czern might have rested there for ages if he didn't hear the faint clack of crumbling rocks as someone scaled their way down one of the treacherous paths nearby. He belly-crawled out from his hidden lounging spot, still laying on his stomach at he eyes the woman. He saw her gaze flick from river to log, and for a moment he was confused about the look on her face as she seemed to think up something mischievous. It was obvious even from a distance. Eyeing her, he called out, "Please tell me you aren't thinking what I think you're thinking."