Shard led the fair lady @Hollis northward, to flatland sprinkled with sparse, tall trees towering above them in their every-watchful ways. But no, no - he would not stop there. For her, he would take his weary paw pads farther, nearer the mountain in the distance. Its beauty was nearly unparalleled save for the woman he brought with him. The gentleman was certain that none would find them here of all places. Or at least be so taken aback by its splendor that they wouldn't be bothered by the sight of them. Too many sights, scents, and wonders about the pretty land to be worried about what two fellow sightseers were getting up to.

He led her to the lake in the Bypass' center, a shimmering sight with perhaps the loveliest taste of water. Leaving her alone to drink her fill, he promised to return with a dinner worthy of such a lady. And luckily for him, a mighty doe at the end of her life did not give him much resistance, an understanding between them. A healthy adult wolf in his prime versus a deer weak and past her own; the encounter was only going to end in one of two ways. Shard took pride in dragging his catch back to her, presenting the doe for her inspection though he suspected it would not be long before Hollis' muzzle were covered with blood. As promised, my dear, he started.

His secret to being perfectly groomed was to always take time to groom oneself before mingling with company, and to always assume there was company to mingle with. Naturally, there was not a spot of blood or dirt upon the winter-wolf's pelt. A dinner within the loveliest area I know.