Greatwater Lake are we lost

The other refused to move even as Redshank and the fish he had in his jaws moved within reach. He simply stared with sad green eyes — though they prompted no sense of regret from Redshank. He regarded the other as even more weak than he already believed him to be. A great, big baby. Should Rannoch witness this, Redshank was sure he'd side with the pathetic freckled boy, but it seemed the older wolf was too busy with other things, fortunately.

Seeing as it did not seem like the stranger was going to put up a fight to get his meal back, Redshank decided it was only right for him to return it to where he had gotten it from. He gave one last glance back at the other before throwing his head and hurling the fish further out into the deeper waters where it landed with a soft plop before it sunk below the surface. Redshank watched as if in admiration for a moment as the ripples expanded from where he had thrown it. "Well? Are y'gonna go get it?" he said, turning back to the stranger.