Arrow Lake Both sides of the wall

The half-breed had wandered a distance out of his packland, heading towards the lake where he first met his leader. It seemed like an age had passed when in reality it had scarcely been a month. His exuberance was all but gone, the normally bouncy wolf-dog that travelled with his half-smirk was more mundane, subdued. There was a purpose in his steps as he headed in no real direction. The lake wasn't much further ahead when he found himself on the small plateau that overlooked the wilds to the west. It was here he first spotted the white wolf, casually spread out in the shade of a cliff-hanging tree. Even the initial instinct of chasing off any unknown near the borders was gone at this time. Instead he opted for casual regard, he moved toward the white beast, his golden eyes taking in the view that rolled out before them. Standing as though they were part of the very sky, he chose to stop a few paces behind the 'intruder' I'll never get used to the views this mountain offers. He spoke in an offhand manner, not even entirely directed at the white male, though he had taken on pains to hide his approach, he expected words would still surprise the him. Actions Speech thoughts