Arrow Lake if i come to baltimore will you cancel on me

Old enough to bear a name, and now old enough to give his mother the slip when he pleased, Stag sauntered down to the lake at Diaspora's heart. The rocky shore had always enthralled him. The way the sun glinted off the water and onto the rocks like molten gold, the idle way fish languished out of reach yet tantalizingly close, the thousands of insects and critters he had yet to discover.. it all drew in his hungering heart, and called to him.

Sitting on the lip of a large boulder that had crashed into the water some hundred years before, Stag draped one paw lazily over the edge and watched as concentric circles radiated out on the water, pulsed into existence on the water's rippling surface by the gentle probe of one dark claw.