Greatwater Lake Hunting for something

She found herself at the same creek she had explored with Charon some weeks ago, following it in reverse. She knew a great—the great—lake lay directly in her path. She was pretty familiar with this area of the wilderness, after all. Wildfire knew she could cut almost due west from its shores to make her way home to Moonspear. Her heart thudded happily in her chest as she thought of home, of sleeping in her own bed, beside Floki.

Her heart fluttered for an altogether different reason when she passed a dark forest on the river's opposite bank and the resident pack's scent filled her nostrils. It was vaguely familiar. Wildfire moved on quickly, sensing danger. The back of her neck prickled. The woods rapidly fell away in her proverbial rear view mirror even as the gleaming lake materialized, beckoning her forward.

There was another wolf there and Wildfire tensed ever so slightly as she roamed toward the water's edge, perhaps fifty yards away from the dark stranger. It put her in the other wolf's moseying path, she noted. Keeping one amber eye peeled, she bent to take a drink. Traveling this much made her awfully thirsty.