Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

Luke shook his head with a soft chuckle. He truly did not know of any notably fun locations within the area, and he had not met many of the local residents. If asked to recall whom he had met in the southern parts, he would have struggled even then to pin a specific wolf as more interesting than the other. Lasher, perhaps. Their relationship had taken off like a wildfire, it began with a spark and now pushed forward with abandon. But the blue-nosed wolf was not inclined to speak of his earthen lover, especially since he remembered how Kero reacted when he was a little too comfortable showing off his not-blue balls.

"There are a couple of marshes to the northwest," he confirmed. "Before you reach them you'll pass by my new home and then there's a meadow and a lake. Full of ducks, that lake." Kero shared with him them about a cave on the backside of the mountains, and Luke nodded appreciably. He made a note to go there sometime, for the promise of cool water was all it took to pique the white wolf's interest. "Good frog hunting in the marshes, but you're right about the mud." He had once seen an elk trapped in the kind of mud his friend warned him of. It did not end well for the ungulate.