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

It had been awhile since the Greek had visited the lake in which he'd played a game with an older wolf. She had been fun to be around, and he'd later learned she was apart of the pack he currently resided in, but he did not know where she'd gone. The woman had seemed content with her life when he'd met her, but things must not have been the same beneath as they were on the surface. He could not blame her for leaving, as everyone walked a different path in life, but she had been kind to him when he was still so new to the land. For that, he would be forever grateful, even if he was destined to never set his gaze upon her again. He wondered if the lake had changed at all since he'd last seen it, but did not dwell on those thoughts for long. Of course it would have changed, as things often did with the seasons, but it would still be the same lake, and would still hold the same ducks. Okay, well, maybe not the exact same ducks, but close enough. A mallard was a mallard, after all.

By the time Alastor had reached the lake, the moon and stars had claimed the sky. It seemed to give the area quite the appearance, though, one that he deemed beautiful. The moon's light bounced off the water and it's face showed within it's depths as well. If he looked close enough, maybe he would have even been able to see a star or two that were bright enough to show in the calm waters, but his gaze had been pulled from the pool of water before he could even think to do so. Instead, they came to rest upon the outline of another wolf, one of which presented him with an unknown scent when he'd sniffed the air. Cautiously, he approached, steps slow in case the other boy proved to be vicious. “It looks amazing, does it not?” he stated once within earshot, icy gaze looking to the pond for a moment. It took him a second, but the fact that he was not far from a stranger quickly registered in his mind again, and his eyes were brought back to the red-masked lupine. Curiosity shown through the Greek's face, as it did his posture, and it was directed at the unfamiliar wolf.