Greatwater Lake Teufelskreise

His days did not bleed together as much. His nights grew less fretful. He was growing used to the idea of not having Arverk around. If he was mindless enough to pursue something as savage as a cougar or bear...he may have deserved the inevitable. Even so, Kapvik worried for the whale, so he kept up the blistering hunt. He would not believe Arverk deceased until he saw the remains with his own eyes.
INDENTFollowing along the northwest face of Sawtooth Spire, he stopped to study the spring of water that fed Otter Creek. He the crisp liquid, licking his lips as he descended. Here the stonework grew more steep so Kapvik circumvented that area, heading for the level footed formation dividing the creek from Sleepy Fox Hollow. Climbing down into the profuse eatage of Otter Creek, he stuck close to the mountain, gradually approaching the lake in the distance. He spared Blackfeather Woods a mistrustful glare, gaze sweeping the treeline for any wolves. Nothing. Satisfied, he pressed on to Greatwater Lake.
INDENTIt struck him like lightning, her fragrance. Kapvik tried to stop and analyze one of Burke's own but he gave himself away by stepping on some twigs. Lamely he stared down at the trampled sprigs before stepping slowly into the clearing, eyes and body on the alert. Of course the first thing he saw was the body of water. It was not as lucid as it was back at the spire, dingy by the natural turbulence. Kapvik would have thought it would cleared out by now...It's been a while since the tornado despoiled the Teekon Wilds. The lake was still except for a few ripples. They drew his eyes to the origin of the commotion. It was the female he scented before, seemingly reposeful in the ankle-deep waters. He chewed over approaching but instead entered the lake without preamble. Paddling into its depths, he reemerged looking like a drowned rat. Clearing his nose of excess water he then shook the rest that clung to his summer coat. Kapvik enjoyed taking a bath if only because it mitigated the sun's inexorable brightness. Come wintertime, he would no longer have this opulence so he'd best enjoy it while he still can.
INDENTFacing the creamy tipped stranger, he went about his business licking himself like a cat while remaining cognizant of the woman's whereabouts at all times.