Arrow Lake i saw you yesterday,

From a ledge above, he drew toward the sound of an animal moving through the water, eyes narrowing on the small coywolf as she turned toward the rocky shore. His tail drifted across his hocks in an idle sway as one ear turned to catch the throaty croak of a raven that banked over the trees. The black wolf then lied down, crossing his forelegs. His white toes peeked over the rock's edge. He neither invited notice nor tried to avoid it as his impassive stare settled onto her, observing in particular the richer color that decorated her muzzle and ears.