Greatwater Lake The chances, the changes are all yours to make

He stretched his paws out in front of him, scraping his claws through the dirt as he pulled them back.  A sigh and he relaxed a little, slipping onto his side, which ended up being a bad idea because a pointed rock stabbed him in the ribs so he jolted himself to his feet, looking for the offending object before flicking it with a paw out into the water.  Honestly he was pretty pissed about it.  For a brief second he'd relaxed, and the very earth had bit him.  It didn't seem like he was allowed to just enjoy the world for a bit.

Mal had only planned on moving a few feet down to somewhere with less pebbles, but as he lifted his head to look along the shore he spotted the other wolf.  He paused mid step, surprised because he swore he just looked around like a minute ago and there was nobody around.  They must have stepped into view just as he looked away.  The youth tilted his head, obviously perplexed, but he was still at a distance where he wasn't close enough to say much.  After all the weirdos he met, he was in no hurry to close the distance until they gave him a bit more of an idea of who they might be.