Lake Rodney helluva life

"Nice to meet you. I'm Floki," he replied, gradually becoming more at ease in the other wolf's presence. His first impression was that Marcello was laid back and it would be difficult to ruffle his feathers, as evidenced by the fact that he had been sunbathing out in the open, in the middle of unclaimed territory. He exuded a calm confidence that Floki found himself wishing he possessed.

After a brief pause, he asked, "Do you live around here?" He didn't smell anything like the packs that resided in the area, and Floki wondered if he might be able to recruit him into Moonspear's ranks. That was one of his jobs as a scout, after all, but it was a skill he hadn't used much. Maybe this would be his opportunity. His posture and expression became slightly less apprehensive and more attentive, one ear turning outward at the sound of a fish splashing across the surface of the lake -- probably the very one that had given him the slip.