Big Salmon Lake It's funnier in Enochian.

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He'd eventually parted ways from the little chimera. He'd passed by the forest, though he'd not probed too deeply. Étoille did not know if he would pursue this Slade fellow or not. It seemed rash to align himself so quickly with someone. (Though was this even the forest the boy had spoken of? He would have to pay attention.)

There was a lake. And moreso, another wolf, whom he scented rather than saw first. Not that she was hard to spot with such distinctive markings. It reminded Étoille of a bird of some sort. She seemed to be headed somewhere. Normally Étoille's nature was such that he would leave her unbothered. But he wondered if she knew the man he'd been told to look for. Or at least, more information about these lands, which seemed significantly larger and more populated than his previous home. 

"Hello," he called out, large form still a respectable distance from her. No need to be pushy about it, after all.