Arrow Lake beware the man who would kill a god

for @Nikan

vilkas, perched atop an outcropping of rock, glimpsed below at the lake that glistened in the descending moonlight. the sun would be rising soon, it's telltale in way the horizon has begun to bleed at the edge with the pastel colors of dawn. the territory is foreign to him and it takes the fire-kissed nord to a while to find a ( relatively ) safe a path down to the lake below. black, leathery nostrils flared as he draws in the scents the further down he descends. it is devoid of any persistent and claiming scents and the firebrand leaps off of the path when he is close enough to the lakeshore, landing with a spray of sand as it cushions his landing and without missing a beat he moves towards the lake.

his paws sink into the sand slightly and the lake water is cool where it laps softly at his toes. the fish are plentiful and though he is an average fisherman he manages to catch one on his first try. he grasps the fish — which writhes and flops aggressively betwixt his jaws, trying valiantly but ultimately failing to get free — and tosses it to the beach without decorum. it lands in the sand and flops more until he places a paw upon it's to hold it still as he digs in. fish is far from the firebrand's favourite but he begrudgingly adheres to old saying 'beggars can't be choosers' without much choice. life as a lone wolf is hard and food, regardless of how salty an aftertaste it leaves in his mouth, is food.