Lake Rodney You don't get old by being stupid

He supposed that may well be true, referring to what the wolf had said. Maybe there were many more wolves that wanted to remain solitary than he'd previously been aware of. Where he'd come from, there had been many packs and only a few occasional lone passers-by. Is this land full of lone wolves, rather than packs? Teemu wondered. He certainly hadn't come upon any distinct pack boundaries yet.

Teemu dipped his nose in acknowledgement of her statement and turned to admire the island in the middle of the lake. There were other questions he wanted to ask, of course, simply for his own self-indulgent curiosity, but he felt that he'd probably pestered her enough. Teemu dragged himself from the water, sand clinging to his paws. He held off on shaking out his coat, not wanting to rudely spray the young female.

"Well, dear," His gray mouth curled into another smile as he returned the friendly nickname she'd addressed him with at their meeting, "If there's anything I've learned in my life, it's that we must each find our own way to happiness, and it sounds as if you know what makes you happy."

The male lifted his head and looked toward the west. Unsure of what lay beyond this lake or if what he searched for was even out there, Teemu sighed. Turning back to the female once more, he said, "I'll tell you what, though... We may be nothing more than acquaintances, but, if you ever want or need another friend - even an old man who does enjoy being in a pack," Here, Teemu winked playfully, "feel free to count me in."