Alpine Lake i could tell you i was dying, but you wouldn't know for three more years

a splatter of water caused caiaphas to lift her dripping muzzle, her shrewd gaze capturing the waterlogged form of a wolf upland. the sun brightly bounced from the water up the she-wolf's sodden pelt, and caiaphas from her vantage could make out the brief struggle of a fish trapped between its jaws.

her muzzle lifted, and she drew in the scents that clung along the waterbank. reeds, the smell of decaying earth, water -- all came flooding through her senses until at last she picked up the scent she had been looking for; damp wolf, with no allegiance.

she didn't move, though wondered briefly if it would be any sport to take the fish from her.