Lake Rodney You don't get old by being stupid

Teemu's gray lips formed a smirk at his companion's words and he nodded in agreement, "That's probably the smart decision."

He turned and began to carefully trot further down the shoreline, his long legs stretching out in a flowing gait. The sand was warm and soft, kicking up behind his paws with each step. Teemu kept his head low, but continued to eye the bear, as he didn't enjoy completely turning his back on the beast. It paused to sniff the base of a nearby tree and, whether it was their scent or the movement along the edge of the lake, Teemu wasn't sure, but the bear's enormous head lifted and it locked eyes with the old male. The two watched each other as Teemu continued to move away, and eventually, it started toward the water once more - its eyes still focused on the wolves.

"You know," He spoke offhandedly, clearly distracted by the other predator, "I never did get your name."