Greatwater Lake the vagrant rover life

King licked his lips and stood, wishing there'd been just a little more meat on the grouse he'd nabbed on his way down the mountain. It'd been more luck than effort, but now that he'd eaten, the male was beginning to realize just how hungry he was. Hungry and thirsty, since he'd not come across fresh, clear water since the night before last.

The lake was wide and welcoming. King trotted toward it without caution, not accustomed to fearing... well, anything. He only stopped when he caught sight of a strange shadow down the shore. A 'yote, probably, or something equally insignificant. He hardly even glanced at it, at first, except that something about the curve of it's spine kept drawing his eyes. He couldn't quite take it all in with a glance, and so he looked again. And again, and eventually he didn't look away anymore, and a strange sense of dread began to creep up in his stomach.

He realized he wasn't hungry at all. He'd never seen something quite so hungry as whatever creature was scuttling around across the lake.

Fearing he would be seen, King lowered himself into the grasses as he crept closer, wanting to get a better look at the skeletal canine before him.