Arrow Lake I know you're scared

Her troubled pacing attracted the attention of the wolf by the lake, who sent up a quiet howl to communicate with her. Of course, Ptarmigan berated herself. She'd been alone for so long that howling had become more of a danger to herself than a boon, so she'd foregone it, at least for the time being. Now, the necessity of it pushed her to respond, though hers was a shaky howl that seemed to tumble clumsily from her snout.

“That would be nice,” said her call for help, and as the note died off, she began to wag her tail sheepishly. Her ears snatched back and forth on her head, seemingly undecided on a way to hold themselves. No longer did Ptarmigan pace, but rather, waited patiently for an indication of how to reach the other wolf and that sweet, delicious, tantalizing water.