Big Salmon Lake straight fuckin water

Born from a sister stream of the greater Whitefish River, this turn in the river found its final destination in the form of Big Salmon Lake. Here, snowmelt from the nearby mountains provide for a vast assortment of wildlife including local populations of elk, deer, bears, blue herons and a handful of other creatures. True to its namesake, this lake is a well known breeding ground for salmon. These freshwater varieties are highly active during the summer months only to later migrate upstream during the fall. Due to its size, this lake has been known to freeze over completely during the winter months, but that doesn’t prevent the locals from trying to steal a drink along its edges. This lake is a hot-spot year round as it’s a notable source of water for southern territories.

Cyclone continued her search for a suitable place to live. Phantom Hollow had been nice, and she could see herself living there, but she wanted to make sure she didn't impulsively choose the first thing that only looked decent. That had gotten her in trouble more than once, and she really didn't want to repeat past mistakes. New mistakes were a-ok! She wandered back through the young (well, old but burnt) forest and came upon a decently sized lake.

The Blackthorn began to make her way around the lake's shore, not daring to step onto the ice that had formed along its edge, lest it not be totally frozen over. The last thing she needed was to fall in and freeze/drown to death. It wasn't until she was about halfway around that she noticed the other wolf approaching the shore and, in an effort to practice more of her scouting and recruiting skills, she headed toward the stranger. Cyclone approached cautiously, but confidently.

You smell that bear? she asked. Maybe this wolf was tracking it for some reason. Cyclone certainly didn't want to be around if and when it decided to make an appearance.