The cold autumn bit against the wandering wolf’s pelt. He trudged through a sprinkling of rain, hiking from where he had stationed his den down into the area near the water. Frost dotted the path down until Foxfur could feel the chilly air soothed by the lake.
Breath plumed from his nose, but the warrior looked contentedly at the glitter of the water surface. He stepped until he could feel it lap against his paws. The pads of his feet were weary from trekking along the stone border of Moonglow, but he had grown wiry and sharp by patrolling their borders.
Foxfur bent and drank, filling his belly. When he drew his narrow snout up, water dribbling from his chin, he traced the distant shore with his eyes.
Breath plumed from his nose, but the warrior looked contentedly at the glitter of the water surface. He stepped until he could feel it lap against his paws. The pads of his feet were weary from trekking along the stone border of Moonglow, but he had grown wiry and sharp by patrolling their borders.
Foxfur bent and drank, filling his belly. When he drew his narrow snout up, water dribbling from his chin, he traced the distant shore with his eyes.
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