Lake Rodney You don't get old by being stupid

Teemu eyed the dark female. He saw the caution in her blue gaze at his approach, but was relieved when she finished her mouthful of fish and subsequently smirked at his comment. His body relaxed further as she thanked him, tossing out a friendly pet name to top it off. Teemu dropped his posterior to the floor and kept his soft tail tight against his side. The sun's warmth melted over his body. At her question, he sighed happily, "Oh, I wish, but no. I've been traveling alone for a few weeks now. You're actually the first wolf I've seen in days, and the first I've spoken to in longer than that."

He nodded toward what remained of her meal, "What about you? Just stopping for a snack before heading back to your pack, or...?"

The scent of the fish had filled his nose. Glancing toward the peaceful lake, Teemu made a mental note to try his hand at fishing again soon. He'd had enough mice and the occasional hare over the weeks, and it would be good to revive that talent. The male turned back to his younger acquaintance suddenly, "Forgive my lack of manners. The name's Teemu, by the way."