Lake Rodney We don't like when visitors come

Like Kaori, Rannoch had also been tugged and tussled by the tangle of brambles. The temptress of a territory was wicked in her ways, leading in wolves by her intoxicating aroma and trapping them within the grasp of her sharpest thorns. At first, like Kaori, Rannoch had found himself being pulled in every which way and being pricked without a moment's notice. But, with time, he found himself adapting to the new terrain. He eventually found himself stepping lightly despite his weight and finding the land that bore the most traffic from others. 

All of this ducking and weaving had caused a dryness to plague his tongue and throat, driving him to begin to search for water to quench his thirst. Restless paws carried him throughout the unknown territory, sending him on a wild goose chase as he attempted to scout out the well-hidden scent of water from the fragrance that consumed the region as a whole. 

The sun was just beginning to set as he emerged from the treeline. Pausing as the lighting shifted, Rannoch took some time to allow his eyes to become accustomed to the change in scenery. The light was soft and inviting, pulling him out of the darkness easily. His eyes scanned the land before him as, catching sight of what he had been searching for all along: the water. He drew his tongue over his lips at this view, eager to quench what had driven him out of the woods in the first pace. 

Carrying himself purposefully, Rannoch trotted towards the lake with like recognition for the other. He knew that there would be a time and place to address her, but, for now, his primary goal was getting a drink. He pulled himself until he was ankle-deep in the water and dropped his muzzle to the glassy surface, relinquishing the serendipity of this moment. Lapping eagerly, Rannoch enjoyed the moment with loud slurps. As he found his thirst lessning, he allowed his eyes to trail to the other as his curiousity grew.