Great Bear Wilderness sputnik

AS I THEN DON'T REPLY FOR A WEEK, hahaa ;_; But no problem! I love Pan, eee

It had been an awkward endeavour but, eventually, Atreyu managed to get his tongue to the lake's surface and he began to eagerly lap up the cool water. His stomach gurgled in both happiness for the refreshing drink but also in anger that it was not food. He was a terrible enough hunter with four legs, let alone three — he hadn't had a proper meal in what felt like an age. While there were no physical signs yet of malnourishment, Atreyu certainly felt it.

His shoulders began to ache from the effort of keeping him balanced at such an unnatural angle, and so he was forced to look up from the lake and continue onwards. However, a ghostly figure caught his eye. It said something, and Atreyu pricked his right ear forward, trying to make out what the stranger had said as it waded closer. Oh, as he waded closer. Jesus christ, were all the wolves this far south of the Bay huge? Both Tatsuya and this stranger had a considerable amount of height on him, and the female back at Moonspear was quite large as well. Perhaps suffering from a bit of small dog syndrome, Atreyu drew himself upright as well as he could, dominantly puffing out his chest (obviously unaware of how close he was to another pack's borders).

Though, the stranger was the near opposite of aggressive, instead approaching meekly and eventually asking if he was okay after stammering out something about Redhawk's...wait. A light flickered into existence in Atreyu's memory, and he went to move forward, towards the strange man. He ignored his question in favour of asking some of his own questions. Gaze intent upon the male's own pale eyes, Atreyu limped into the water as quickly as he could. "What did you say? Redhawk?"