Lake Rodney You don't get old by being stupid

Birches are one of the prettier trees, the wolf considered as he trotted along the river. He'd been following the river's western course for quite some time now, if for no other reason than to guide him somewhere new. Water was the source of life, after all. If Teemu wanted to seek out a new home among a new pack, choosing water as a starting point was a good enough plan for him. Besides, the sound had always been comforting, whether it was fat drops plummeting towards earth, an angry, rushing river, or the babble of a creek.

Teemu's long legs swung fluidly and his paws barely touched the ground. More space began to spread between each tree and the patches of light grew wider the further west he traveled. In the sun's glow, wildflowers were starting to spring forth more regularly. The river was widening as well and Teemu slowed his pace. Coming over a hill, a magnificent lake came into view.

Wow, the sight brought him to a full stop. There were wildflowers everywhere, giving way to sandy shores, and in the center of it all was an island with a single tree. It was enormous - he could already tell from this distance - and had probably been there for more than a century. Teemu smiled to himself, It's almost as old as I am.

Granted, he wasn't ancient, but the wolf wasn't necessarily young either. His lips were beginning to grey - a fact he preferred to ignore whenever coming across his reflection. With that smile still settled on his snout, the male continued on. Colorful flowers brushed against his flank and his nose twitched at their varying scents. It wasn't until his toes were sinking into warm sand that he stopped again to take in the view.