Big Salmon Lake War paint

He turned to head into the lake himself, and it was then he realized he was not the only wolf on its shores. His heart thumped in surprise as he saw Peregrine heading for him. He started to wave his tail, emotions such as disappointment and confusion forgotten, until the dark man drew nearer, and he could read clearly his expression and body language. They were not what he would have hoped for, tense and unwelcoming.

His tail hung limp and his ears folded back a bit as his mouth turned down in a slight frown. It was not lost on him that a lot had changed, though he still did not understand what exactly, and still harbored a thorn of hurt that his companion had not sought him out. He was quiet for a few moments, and when he spoke his voice was soft but not hollow. He was uncertain how to engage. "Not far," he said with a light chuff. He was still here, lurking about the wilderness, waiting.

"You... ah," he paused, tilting his head a bit. He did not wish to say much before he confirmed that their last encounter did not at all exist in the swarthy Alpha's memories. "You don't remember seeing me by the lake near your pack, do you?"