Heron Lake Plateau He will never be satisfied

Ignoring the feel of the icy water sluicing through the thick fur on his ruff, Phocion closed his eyes and began to relax into a meditative state, clearing his mind of all poisonous thoughts. That inner peace was interrupted, however, by the arrival of a stranger.

She was of many earth-toned colors, brown and gold and silver alike, and she carried herself nimbly, gracefully. He watched her, intrigued, as she barked at him, her golden eyes flashing in the sunlight. With a small smile, he rose to his feet and padded towards her, tail wagging in greeting.

"Hello, miss," Phocion greeted, bowing his head before lifting it again to look at her. She was young and beautiful; the years had not spoiled her youthful humor yet. The scent of another pack clung to her fur, one he was not familiar with. "What brings you here today?"