Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. "It's going to be a wet day," Garion noted soundlessly as he ran alongside the great silver wolf. "Your fur won't melt. " "I know, but my paws get cold when they're wet. " "I'll have Durnik make you some little booties. " "That would be absolutely ridiculous, Grandfather," Garion said indignantly.
One is least sure of one's self, sometimes, when one is most positive.