Cricket Creek Bog Another day

The stream was freezing but inviting, the sounds of the water running was soothing and the taste, or rather lack thereof, was unuiqe. The natural filters the stream had, made the water incredibly pure, something most lakes didn't offer. Whether due to the fish within, or other variables but lakes were still viable options to drink from. Rye lifted his head from the water and spotted a dark figure moving, almost undefinable but thanks to the light the moon gave Rye was able to confirm that it was another wolf. The males ears cupped forward, listening in on whatever he could and it wasn't much due to the songs being sung around him. He questioned whether or not he should make his presence known, but given the fact there wasn't much to hide behind, he may as well make contact. 

A quick bark was voiced the stangers way, just to gain their attention, "Hey!" Rye shouted, "Are you friend or foe?" The distance between the two made Rye greatful, it would provide protection. Though only a small amount, it was enough for Rye to feel comfortable in making himself known.