Alpine Lake Heavy into everything

Floki hummed thoughtfully, tearing his gaze away from the waterfall to sweep their surroundings. He started to amble alongside the creekbed, glancing across it as his nostrils flared. They would need to cross the river to keep going west, but he was in no hurry just yet. Ahead stood the craggy cliff face of the mountain range to which Moonspear belonged, though from here he could not make out its individual peak.

After inhaling a few times, drawing the warm spring air into his lungs, he looked to Aria and shook his head. Not only was this area bereft of greenery, but it seemed that very few wolves had passed this way. "You're right, it doesn't smell like it," he agreed. He paused, lowering his muzzle to drink deeply from the stream. The water was cool and refreshing, lifting his spirits despite their grim surroundings.

When he raised his head, droplets clung to his whiskers. "Should we cross the river?" he proposed, glad that he wouldn't have to ford the water alone.