Verdant Basin from megacities to mega...boring

He could see it clearly now; clear fresh water surrounded by pockets of reeds and brilliant gold reflections of the sun. Though the name of the lake was still unknown to him, Lysander could only guess it would be something fitting. That is, if it even had a name. He had no idea if wolves even inhabited this neck of the woods, let alone if they named their landmarks. The thought of encountering new faces made his stomach churn. Or perhaps that was just his stomach’s way of saying feed me feed me, because there was a lot of prey here, he observed as he neared the far side of the lake and- 

He froze. Nope. That wasn’t a reflection at all. Reflections don’t move, or have legs, or walk like a fucking wolf.

After the initial surprise had quelled, Lysander stood there’s for a few dumb moments with his tail still. This surely wasn’t claimed territory, was it? He’d done well to avoid those so far and he hadn’t noticed any markers, but heck if he knew. Walking more slowly this time, he wagged his tail as his paws arrived at the edge of the water. The strange wolf didn’t seem threatening - and perhaps if he kept quiet and out of its way - but it surely would’ve noticed him by now.

Not liking the thought of being watched, Lysander waded into the shallows and began to explore the reeds.