Duck Lake zero hour, nine am

As he approached the lake, forest of aspens at his backside, he is met with the reflection of not only the waters but another wolf. She is of ashen shades, a stark cry different from his red tones. Though her eyes are fiery golden, mimicking Aiolos fiery amber, both bright and staring at one another. She chuffs a greeting and he woofs lowly, moving into her direction to meet her in the middle. Hoping the lake will offer some luck for food too? He questioned to her and then, Interested in working together? For the benefit of their packs, of course. Not many were good fisherman and two together? It could do their families good.