Greatwater Lake artistic anarchy

Ryker padded through the flatlands. He hoped he wouldn't run into any more wolves. At the same time he did though. He loved company but not the wrong kind. He wasn't sure all the wolves around here would be as friendly as those he had met.

He padded close to a small stream and paused for a moment to take a drink. He picked up the scent of a wolf and heard the pawsteps. he immediately peered up to see a wolf walking straight towards him. The wolf however seemed to be distracted. May not even know he was there. Might be a good thing if this wolf just kept walking. He went back to drinking the water hoping the wolf would not suddenly realize he was there.

He lay ears twitching half expecting the wolf to snap out if it and get really mad because of his presence or something.