Arrow Lake we are made of flesh

The man had grown bored and desired to travel to see if there was anything worthy of his attention further south. He knew he'd find packs but not this many. Which intrigued him. Why were there so many? Were there large families that had to split apart because of food shortage? Why not move to the north?
He frowned, crouched in shadows.
He'd followed the river that spilled from the mountains, curious and now aggravated a pack had made a claim here.
He wondered if he could gain access, just to see, under the guise of wanting a treaty.

He watched the youth make her first pass. Wondering why they entrusted an oblivious girl to border patrol. Did they need members so badly?
He waited and was about to call when she came back.
He grinned and stepped closer, the grin vanishing into the folds of darkness that lay over him.
"What is this place called?"
He called out, not wasting his time.