Duck Lake sweet dreams

Things were calm around the grove, though the last day or so had been rather exciting. A face from the not-so-distant past had appeared before him, and he’d met a coyote. Things had been loud, and he’d needed a break away from it all. The region was still a mystery to him, however, and so his potential destinations were severely limited. How bothered he was by that, as was he by his own lack of knowledge. It was his own fault, in all honesty, for he’d had plenty of time to explore. Yet, he hadn’t, and it seemed as if he might never—for the time being, that is. The future was always changing, events affecting one another constantly until the original plan could no longer be seen. His trip to the lake could very well be one of said events, but only time would tell if that turned out to be true, and such was something that he’d not stopped to consider during his trek there. All he’d focused on was following familiar paths, trailing across land that had felt his paws upon it in the past so that he might reach the water he’d only ever seen from a distance. It would be a new sight for him, but not an unfamiliar experience, for he’d since grown used to lakes after having visited Greatwater several times in the past.

Time along was desired, a sort of silence that could be achieved only when there existed no other wolves around him. That which is wanted, however, cannot always be received. He’d realized that such was the case this time around when he’d spotted another form—obviously canine—sitting along the water’s edge. An audible huff slipped out passed parted lips, the yearling having quickly been made irritated despite the other having done absolutely nothing wrong. It was against his better judgement that his legs had started moving him in the male’s direction, though he’d ended up stopping a fair amount of paces away. A quick, visual assessment of the boy led Alexander to believe that he’d be able to overpower the other with ease, but that hadn’t been enough to convince him that closing the distance between them entirely would be a smart move. Lacking trust in strangers, he’d thought it best to not risk his own well-being by taking chances.

Settling his gaze on the face of the other, his posture grew tense, almost as if he might be preparing for battle; to engage in combat today was not on his to-do list, but he’d felt it necessary that he keep himself prepared on the off chance that the unknown boy thought differently. “You need to leave,” Xan had said, monotone. “Now. Go find some other lake to stare at.” There was plenty of space for the both of them to coexist there, but, the Inuit wanted the area all to himself—at least for the moment. He wasn’t the least bit concerned about those that might lurk there after he left, he just wanted it to be free of all other beings whilst he was there.