Big Salmon Lake Lone, Pale Wanderer

The young wolf carried himself gracefully, his movements like water as he neared a lake. Assuming there had to be some available drinking water, but as he neared the pool of ice he noticed an almost hidden figure tracing the edge of the lake. He tilted his head in interest, the music that constantly plays in his head got quieter. His deep set cedar eyes didn’t avert from the silhouette. 

He made his way toward the stranger from behind, his movements quiet and almost unnoticeable. Lennon sleuthed his way to a few feet in distance from the girl, before his chipper voice interjected the deafening sounds of the winter. ”Bit chilly for a dip, wouldn’t ya say?” A subtle accent toned his voice, it was obvious he wasn’t from around here