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

So prompt in her response, Czern had to shake his head, huffing a breath out his nose. Wild. She was just wild. Together they rolled the log to the waters edge, a simple enough task for two particularly large wolves. He hadn't fully decided whether or not he felt like joining her on her mad adventures, but he at least saw no harm in facilitating a little craziness. Maybe someone else might have been more stricken by her behavior, but Czernobog found it amusing.

"Maybe," he mused, a wry smirk working its way onto his features. Watching the woman climb aboard her makeshift boat was quite the sight. Whether or not she'd be able to stay on once in the water would remain to be seen, but, he wasn't so serious that he would abstain from the silliness she seemed so eager to partake in.

Glancing at the woman one more time to ensure she was ready, the man would unceremoniously shove the log with his shoulder, claws digging into the soil for traction. For a moment the wooden vessel protested, creaking softly until it slid into the water at last. His front paws gripped the wood, holding the log close to shore just long enough for him to gather himself and quickly climb aboard, pushing off the bank with his last hind leg. The river swept the little craft up, carrying them through it's waters with ease. Czern adjusted his position, playing with how to balance, shifting weight between his limbs till he found just the right distribution with his joints bent slightly and tail flagging out to aid in his endeavors.

Once he felt secure as was possible, he'd turn his attention back to the woman and ask, "Is this a common thing for you to do impulsive and wild things?" there was humor, and a slight tremble to his voice as the log swayed slightly and he worked to keep his balance.