Duck Lake A silence lays upon the valley

She had not spent much time back at Elysium. She was busy; there were things that needed to be done. One of those things was establishing alliances--she would not make the mistake of not knowing her neighbors again. There had been a scent of a pack just south of Lost Creek Hollow, and she intended to visit them.

First, though, a drink.

Lily stopped by the shore, dipping her head and taking a long draw from the water. She was halfway through a swallow when she caught a shadow moving nearby, something that could have been her own reflection. But the smell of a stranger proved her wrong, and she stood straight up, licking the droplets from her chops. The blackbird barked at him before approaching, the sound friendly (if a tinge wary).

Hallo, there, she said, once within speaking distance. His pelt was blue-black in the moonlight, cloaking muscles, a rugged build. Looking for something to eat?