Greatwater Lake It's not ours to break

As they walked Pallas looked around her, studying the landscape as it rolled and changed. If Buffalo proved aggressive, she would need to know the lay of the earth. Her observations were interrupted by his announcement that they had arrived and she jerked her muzzle towards a wellworn tapestry of fern and briar. She looked at him, nonplussed, and then peered back into the broken thicket. The pale wolf dropped his muzzle and traced the earth and silently she followed suit, keeping a chestnut-hued eye on his retreating form as she went.