Lake Rodney Dust to Dusk

He hadn't meant to stay out so late, but the sun had set and Floki had hardly noticed. The afternoon had been spent circling the south side of Lake Rodney, carefully staying away from Redhawk Caldera. He had no desire to run into the father of his ex-girlfriend, especially since he had no idea of her whereabouts; for all he knew, Wildfire could have settled back into her birth pack. The thought had made his stomach clench earlier in the day, but hours had passed without incident and he had stopped worrying, even indulging in some fishing.

The yearling was on his way back to Moonspear when he spotted another wolf near the water. He feared at first that it was a caldera member, but the scent that reached his nostrils was not familiar. Still, he approached with caution; he would have preferred to go on his way, but there was no way to pass the stranger without some sort of interaction. He came to a halt, his paws squelching in the damp soil at the lake's edge as he pitched his ears forward curiously, eyeing the dark figure.