Lake Rodney Baby please don't do what I did

@Pyro ♥

Aoife didn't mind travelling for long days - especially not in a place like this. While the land surely wasn't in its prime time, it was beautiful; every place as unique as the dots fancying the rebel's back. She went from the coast, around the mountains and passing several packs to end up near a lake. She crossed a shallower part of it to get to the other side so she could bask in the glory of the water body on the beach-like sand. There, she settled for a moment, paws crossed and head attentively swivelling from side to side.

She had no idea that behind her lay a pack - one that held a peculiar, little Rochester babe with a fair mother and a grumpy father. The wind was pointed so that only her scent could reach them, and not the other way around. Rather risky for a pretty loner, but Aoife never quite fancied staying safe.