Big Salmon Lake i threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell

Same!!

Though it had been challenging for Ira not to rush head-on toward the sea after sighting it on the plateau those few days ago, the appearance of the lake uplifted him some. Patience was a key fixture on which Ira was fixating in his personal evolution, and by sweeping through the lands for more information he was bound to become safer and more in tune with this place. And yet, the burning sensation to spearhead into adventure was quite difficult to overcome. He shook his coat slightly to shrug off the feeling, and drink in the beauty of this smaller body of water.
 
Jupiter in Scorpio wants to help you find home, he reminded himself. What would that look like? Was his home a place? Other wolves? A feeling? Something wholly unknown to him? The question jumped to the forefront of his mind as his eyes switched from the mirror-glass water to the shape of a wolf, to which the disembodied voice that had jarred him out of his reverie belonged to. His body stiffened and he rocked just slightly from the pads of his feet to his toes, calculating the countenance of the other. There was no overtly threatening posture to him, and so he flicked his tail a couple of times. "Hello," he responded, voice loud enough to carry to the other wolf but not much further. "Is this your lake?" He asked. He hadn't thought he'd trespassed into someone's territory, but it was not out of the question that this spot – clearly ideal for hunting as game came to get a drink – was part of someone's range.