Arrow Lake a simple phrase

@Mahler + @Takiyok

The sharp claws of a mid-autumn breeze scraped mercilessly against Sycamore's skin. Winter was quickly approaching, leaving him with less time than he'd planned for. Prey was already scarce and as populations continued to dwindle, he couldn't imagine that his chances of being accepted would increase. 

The morning prior, he'd sniffed out an abandoned fox den. It took less than a full morning to expand it enough for basic comfortability, at which point he'd decided to camp out until evening. Spending time nearby gave him the chance to guess how well-kept the territory was, if it was still kept at all. The borders weren't as strong as some of the others he'd passed by; either this claim was fresh or he'd just missed an opportunity.

Nonetheless, once evening came and the sun began to set, Sycamore made a hasty, albeit cautious approach. A brief pause, then a summoning howl was sounded. In preparation, the shadow lowered himself for whoever might approach.