Big Salmon Lake Vague statements

Qui is ideally looking for hot chicks to recruit to RHC but whoever is good!

It had been a while since he'd gone to the lake that he'd lurked around back when he was a lone wolf.  It looked different still laced with snow, though the center of the lake was mostly free of ice.  The thing that was missing at this particular instant, though, was the geese.   They'd made a great meal to drag back to the pack again, even though he didn't look forward to dragging another goose through the bramble infested forest in the way, but at least the lack of them prevented that entirely.

That left him with another option, go recruiting, as he'd been planning to do.  He didn't smell much interesting on the way so far.  He knew that more wolves seemed to frequent the lake (or at least, any sane wolf would rather visit a lake than a land of spiked plants that were still often hidden by snow), so here seemed like a good place to start.  He scooted up to the shore of the lake, shoving a little bit of snow out of the way, pressing down on the ice to crack it enough for him to take a drink.

So.  About that whole recruiting thing.  He raised his head high, nostrils flaring to catch whatever was on the breeze as he scanned what was around him.