Lake Rodney Kiss the skies, we're almost home

@Charon or @Amekaze perhaps, but otherwise AW :)

Autumn air kissed the grey waters of the lake and with it came the winds of the north, its icy fingers gently caressing of dull surface of the loch. It brought certain promise of cool days to come, snow and a chance to thrive. No longer would the days be ravaged by heat and instead become bearable to work within, chasing herds that would surely be plentiful during the winter months.

A figure emerged from between the brassy entangles of brush, dark tawny pelt ravaged from the long journey yet, a cloak of invisibility against the morning mist. His paws were certainly shrouded but his eyes were alive with hopeful intent, bright and searching as the sandy shore came into view. With a quiet huff, he watched as his breath steamed white, rolling into a lumbering gait as he neared the lapping waves. He had been scouring the horizon for quite some time, listening to the distant sounds of wolf song that often filled his ears with sweet tunes; he knew that packs roamed these lands. And, as the chilly weather began to set in, the Treborn was eager to find a more permanent home.