Greatwater Lake we are, we are.

My god, they were beautiful... The herd seemed to stretch for miles across the plains, nearly blocking the lake they were crowded tightly around from view. They were magnificent, so strong, so sturdy and powerful. Solid. She could tell that they was caution in their steps, wariness. But not nervousness... Which was good. It meant they hadn't caught scent of her yet, nor had they spied her crouched beneath the thick boughs of a smattering of underbrush a ways down the plains.

Probably a sane wolf would have known that a large herd of bison was not wise to try and tackle on their own. But then again... Fin had no desire to "tackle" them, per say. Her belly was nice and full from a pheasant she had managed to snatch before dawn that day, so hunting was really quite far from her mind as she stalked her prey, lips peeling back in a bare-toothed grin.

She crept forward through the brush until her head and forelegs popped out into the light. The sun high above caught the rich brown eyes that glinted with mischief upon her anxious face. Her tail wagged softly against the ground where she laid, barely able to contain her eagerness as she waited for the perfect moment to stalk closer, and then to finally take chase.