Duck Lake a mote will turn the balance

With the dying sunlight, Alessia had found shelter for the two of them to rest in for the night, and though Killian wasn't quite ready to turn in just yet, his dark furred companion was adamant about staying put and refused to move from her spot with the oncoming approach of darkness. So, opting to leave her be, off the Gallagher went, to go walk out his remaining energy alone. Lips smacking, tongue lolling, and dark bronze pelt still radiating with the sun's heat, he fancied himself a drink and maybe a little sunset swim, so as to cool himself off and finally feel the smooth roll of water on his back yet again... but when he sauntered up to the lake he and his companion had left not too long ago, he was surprised to find another already at its banks, piquing his curiosity and drawing his attention.

He approached quietly and slowly, not wanting to disturb... whatever they were doing. It wasn't drinking, whatever it was, for their cream-colored head wasn't bowed to the lake's surface. They appeared to just be... standing there, staring out at the water. Killian halted a few wolf-lengths away, tilting his head. Lost in thought, perhaps? Looking for something (or someone) on the other side, maybe?

Then, suddenly, right as the sun had dipped to such a position so that the lake's still waters reflected bright, sparkling white back into the observer's eye (Killian had to squint and turn his head to the side a bit so he could continue watching), the wolf suddenly dropped to the ground and laid still as a statue on their stomach, head placed delicately on paws. The movement was so quick and sudden, one might think their legs had fallen out from under them, or that some invisible hands had reached out from the earth and pulled this pale-furred stranger right down to its dirt-laden breast.

Lake light fading and the figure unmoving, Killian cautiously continued his approach until he stood to their right, a comfortable cushion of space between them. He didn't know this wolf, didn't know if they (possibly she, as he could now see the gentle touches of femininity on her soft features) were mad and might lunge up to attack him if he stood too close. Maybe she was praying, he thought...? Her eyes did appear to be closed.

Staring at her still and now growing a little bit amused by the strangers oddness, he gently addressed her with a lopsided, toothy grin. "Y'all righ', mate? 'Fraid tha' lake monster's gonna come out an' eat'cha?"

He was joking, of course... mostly. Lime eyes briefly flitted to the navy waters, staring curiously into their depths. Who knows, maybe there was something down there, he privately mused before looking back to her.