Big Salmon Lake War paint

It had been a while since he had been to this lake. His paws had taken him up north several times but now he returned to his routine grounds, hoping but not expecting for the call. His optimism remained, but it was shadowed by his growing disinterest in the lone wolf life. Coming here had, in a way, ruined him, for his frequent contact with wolves and the development of relationships had made it more difficult for him to content himself with being alone. But as always, Luke managed.

He amused himself in this moment by stalking two moose who had been feeding on the submerged plants of the lake. He watched their ears twist, their nostrils flare as they picked up on his presence. He slowly moved closer, keeping himself partially concealed such that the moose stared in his direction but could not perceive him properly. It unnerved them, which was the name of his impromptu game. Eventually, his encroach on them upset them enough that they moved on. They had little to fear, and did not make haste as they returned to shore and walked away. They simply did not wish to be bothered any further.

The white wolf emerged from the bushes and sat on the shore of the lake. He watched as the moose slipped into cover in the distance, gone from view, completely unaware of another on the bank opposite of him.