Arrow Lake Sometimes this is nothing but smoke.

It was toward the North that the swarthy lad steered his voyage, along the banks of a river which had fed him for two days now with the fresh trout that grew in its cool, running waters. He had done well to avoid pack boundaries, preferring to tread through the wildnerness unclaimed by those of his kind. Still, he did not shy away from contact with others, and had found some divine companions along the way- but none who would steal his attention for more than a day or a night. 

He'd found his younger brother, bonded with a band of young yearling ruffians and had left him to his own devices. It would have been child's play for Bruges to waltz in, use his charm and usurp his brother completely- as Ambrose was foolish and impractical still, but it wasn't in Bruges' nature to do such a thing. Instead, he merely wished his brother well, and left...After spending a night with the only female in the group, of course. He couldn't exactly keep himself completely in check. 

He continued to rove along the shore of the river, where the stones were smoothe and warm beneath his feet, even when he caught sight of an attractive, russet creature ahead, tracking Southward along the river's bank. She was a beautiful animal, though he could tell by the shape of her body that she had given birth this year, and was therefore off his charts, to a certain extent. This was likely a mother who had taken advantage of a nice day to get away from her pups and enjoy some time to herself. Wolves like her were wolves he knew that could be extra careful, and use hostility as a precaution as they knew should any harm befall them, their own pups would suffer. So it was with great care that Bruges lowered his head in a respectful greeting, tail swinging gently from side to side between his dark hocks. His posture read benign, and he uttered a single soft, crooning note in greeting.