Big Salmon Lake He drew on me first

After a few seconds Michonne caught up to Tekovaca. He watched out of the corner of his eye just in case the wolf had bad intentions. Soon after reaching the water Michonne questioned his birthplace. "I come from the mountains not far from here. A day and night travel if you are healthy." He said. Her question brought back memories of his homeland. "And your story my lady? Where is it you were birthed?" He added, meaning to push conversation on more with her.

After he finished his part of the conversation he bent his head down and began to slowly drink. Enjoying the cold refreshment the lake offered. The wind whisked through his fur and he was pleasantly chill. "It is so beautiful out today." He looked over at Michonne and studied her appearance. The way the brown and tan fur fell across her body each hair going in different directions. Suddenly without warning she raised her head and he could see her eyes, two different colors: yellow and green. The scar running down her muzzle fit to her face well. The female looked fiercer with it. "The world isn't the only beautiful thing here." he lifted his head from the blue water and smiled absent-mindedly.