Greatwater Lake Found a story in the scars

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Despite what doubts she may have had, Ranva settled in well. A makeshift burrow had been dug and lain with new furs. It was just barely big enough for her, but it would suffice for the time being. After all, who could she have planned to share it with? Perhaps other than the concessional visit from @Zharille, none else would have an interest in stopping by. Not yet, anyway.

The wind was chilled on this day, but just warm enough to suite for a short stroll. It was a good opportunity to see more of the lake and all that surrounded it. For she had only seen little thus far.

The scent of his lover was pungent and strong here. He strode over the borders with a sense of belonging, burly shoulders shifting to and fro with his movement across the plains.

A lake came, and he drank. Drinking thirstily, only to see the pale woman approach. His eyes shifted sideways, focusing hard upon her frame.

He barked her way, lifting his muzzle, water dribbling down his chin and throat as he trotted.

A younger wolf, it seemed. A new face. He cleaned the lake-water from his lips with his tongue but continued to fix his gaze upon her, nostrils flaring. He'd stop short but would draw in her scent, deeply, ascertaining where she'd come from—

And who she was?