Arrow Lake not because you can

hey!

a voice calls out causing his ears cup forth; alert. a brief lift of hackles is given as the sound of softened footfalls draw ever nearer as his head rises and the cold water dribbles down his chin. imperial gaze seeks the other boy — around his own age — finding him easily amidst the greys, whites and glacial blues of the world around them. the other is draped in an eye-catching pelage — though dull — of cinnamon red-brown with white cheeks, legs and undercarriage. for a moment newt considers being as anti-social as he feels most days; muscle in jaw tightening as he inches ever closer to ignoring the other boy.

...but he's already looked at him and there was no way to make ignoring him discreet now.

hey. newt returns the greeting after a moment, backing off the ice and onto the banks of the lake.