Duck Lake What's this, what's this?

Another night had passed, and Zoratto had yet again run away from the ambitious former khal. He, unlike Rhanno, enjoyed running about and tracking the creatures that were new in this "Rhaesh Thash". He saw many that interested him, many looking delectable, but harder to catch than bison. They were fast, especially the long-horned deer than bounded across the plains. The red-masked wolf chased after those the most, his gray-green eyes gleaming in the moon's light.

But his chase was without a prize in the end. He stopped, watching the deer run off into the night. His chest heaved quickly, the energy that had been building up after a day in Rhanno's presence dissipating. He looked around, getting a bearing for his surroundings. Close by, the young Dotharan saw the moon's reflection. A pond? Ponds were common in Rhaesh Dhaan, but this, this looked bigger. Intrigued, the young man walked towards the glittering pond, gaping in awe of how large it was.