Greatwater Lake catacomb

Dusk. The land felt somewhat eerily silent as the lone wolf continued on his journey through twisting trees and uneven earth. Roo had been walking for so many hours that he could not entirely remember all the places he'd covered today. One thing he was absolutely certain of was the fact that he was well in need of quenching his thirst. With that in mind, his steps were relatively slow as he headed towards the lake. Perhaps he would have been inclined to move faster if it wasn't for his crippled leg, more painful than usual tonight.

A brief pause to glance up at the starlit sky, Roo's hefty tail gave a few appreciative flicks. It was a pretty summer night, warm and dry without being painfully sticky. The large lake in the foreground looked certainly appealing and so he pressed onward, glad to finally be walking on flat ground that enabled his paw to be somewhat rested. He had always been a keen explorer and keen to see as much of the world as he could, but sometimes he needed moments like this to remind him that resting was a highly important task.

When he finally reached the edge of the body of water, the grey male dipped his face in and took a long drink. A contented sigh left his lips as he took a step back, sitting on the bank and gazing into the water. His left forepaw was raised and held towards his chest and he frowned on realising this was becoming a familiar stance. Despite having had the injury for a number of months, his leg did not want to heal. It looked perfectly fine to any unknowing eye but in reality, it was brittle and sore and it seemed that would always be the case.

Despite having no real reason to wander toward the lake, Barristan found his paws had a mind of their own. The light that filtered through the murky dusk spilled across the water, catching every ripple across the otherwise shiny, smooth surface. Barristan had traveled here with a cohort of his former Sterrenvurr packmates, and while he loved them dearly and had promised his father and uncle that he'd watch over them on their journey, he needed his own space tonight. Giving that promise had been an easy one; they had all wanted to go on an adventure, and Barristan hadn't been picky with which direction.

So, it was many weeks after their departure from Faerie Glen, and they had arrived in a picturesque, yet seemingly sparsely inhabited area. It was much like Seahawk in that it had varying types of areas to explore, from mountain crags to valleys and hillsides and lakes, and Barristan was happy to have come here. Julooke and Verrine, being the older of the companions, had decided to stay for a bit, and Barristan hadn't argued. It would be nice to rest his road-weary paws in these abundant lands.

Barristan approached the lake without much thought and saw a silvery wolf seated on the edge of it, not too far from where he walked. Instead of walking up and introducing himself (this wasn't Sterrenvuur, after all), he gave a warm bark of greeting and wagged his tail, showing he was amiable and not there to cause any trouble. Then after a moment he asked, "What's wrong with your foot?"