Lake Rodney Kiss the skies, we're almost home

The other wolf made the decision before Floki did; when he lifted his head from drinking and caught sight of the Ostrega, he called out a cordial greeting. Floki was intrigued by the stranger's mention of travelling, so it was with only a slight hesitation that he began to move closer, his slow stride bringing him towards the lake and the loner.

"Sort of," he replied once he was within earshot and able to speak without shouting. He took a moment to examine his counterpart; the wolf was large and fit, unremarkable in color save for a splash of reddish fur across the bridge of his nose. Coming to a halt a conversational length away, Floki added, "I'm a scout for a nearby pack, so travelling is my trade." His expression, with upward tilted eyebrows, wordlessly asked, "What about you?"