Greatwater Lake precious and fragile things

Her eyes glimmered as Dovev's own pools snapped to her throat, the only thing that moved. It pulsed, and he could see the muscles swallowing. Slowly they drifted back up, and he met her gaze in a polite, cool manner, just in time to herald her question. His name? Dovev stepped away from the carcass, his paw pads a silent but thorough stroke on the pebbly lake shore. He seemed to be taking his time with the words, mulling them over.
The white brute had intentions for his time in Glacier, having left Blossom and Kaibab to start anew. There was plenty of land here, and the forests were teeming with prey. The deer carcass behind him spoke volumes. He had some time before the snows really hit, so Dovev had been taking his time wandering about. When winter struck, he would find a suitable place to sustain himself before the leaves grew again. But the cold would be coming soon. The lake itself held an icy grip on the water that stung his pink tongue as Dovev lowered his head and lapped up the droplets. Finally, he rose his skull and turned back toward her. Dovev seemed to be wavering on a neutral posture, but his audits were upwards, and his tail curled slightly. If his new friend Hawkeye tried anything, the ivory titan would be more than eager to respond. You can call me Dovev.