Big Salmon Lake Vague statements

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Kicking things more to the present, though the ice was now thin and the snow was usually decreasing more than increasing as the days passed.  He'd still not had much luck finding new folks to drag over to the Caldera, but maybe at some point he'd have luck.  He tapped at the ice again with a broad paw, the broken parts bobbing.  Yeah, still no way he was gonna go fishing in that for quite a while to come.  Way too frosty for his liking.

He looked away from the water to continue on his way and instead spotted a greyscale figure not too far away.  His ears flicked forward.  So, who was this?  Quixote took a step away from the lake itself, a single wag of his tail.  Amiable but cautious was the aura he wanted to put forward, and though he didn't know if he in his awkwardness was expressing it properly.  He was far more comfortable being aloof and sarcastic but that probably wouldn't win him any recruits.

Not that it seemed like she likely was one.  He was pretty sure that he could smell a pack's worth of wolves on her, but the breeze wasn't perfectly placed to do so.  Unfortunate for him.  But eh.  So it went.  There was no saying his luck was gonna give him what he wanted to begin with, but at least she was the gender he was looking for.  One out of two technically wasn't too bad, was it?  But on the other hand, if she really wasn't recruitable, he could maybe push his own boundaries a bit just to see.  Well, depending on how she acted.  Hey.  Now, there was no saying he was anything even resembling a great conversationalist.  It was better than gawking at her silently though.