Greatwater Lake are we lost

Somewhat unexpectedly, Redshank found himself suddenly in possession of the stranger's meal, and now stood beside the other boy who had tumbled back into the shallows. His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the older wolf who lay sprawled in the water, after having let out a high-pitched yell that had almost rivalled Titmouse's usual key.

Quickly regaining his unabashed demeanour, Redshank danced back a few feet and smirked, lifting the limp fish high like a trophy. He wiggled it within his jaws a few times, finding the thrill of stealing more satisfying than its actual taste. He wasn't even hungry, truthfully. The boy simply delighted in teasing the other whose tucked tail and expression told him enough — he was weak.