Beric had been coming to main laid quite often lately, though he could never stay for very long, unless he wanted to miss the tide and swim back to the island. Today, he headed up mountains to explore a bit, having skirted around them the last time he was here. They were quite dangerous, he admitted, especially for a wolf not accustomed to hiking up them. Steep cliffs, falling rocks... He didn't really know how any wolves decided to live here, with all these threats of death surrounding them. To each their own, he supposed.

He stopped short when the smell of water reached his nostrils. He wondered how water got this high up, and decided to check it out. He reached what he was astounded to find out was a lake. A lake on top of a mountain. Well, now he had seen everything. Walking towards the waters edge, he lowered his muzzle to take a few laps. Seemed fresh enough.