Alpine Lake so delicate by one's eye

Her head swung around towards him, not looking at him so much as through him and somewhere a little off to the left by only a touch. It was haunting gaze but it was sharp enough like the rest of her senses, filed down to make a point. The questions made good on that, though she would not see the smirk that pulled at his lips.

"Why wouldn't I?" She did not smell of the wilderness in full, though nor would he. Then again, any time too long and too alone in the wilderness would rend them to naught, especially with the winter there to stay. But it wasn't the point he was seeking to make either, and he continued steadily: "There's still a pack nearby isn't there? At the other lake—I used to be acquainted with a couple of their scouts, one of which claimed he was the master extraordinaire of scouting."

He'd forgotten his name, but he hadn't forgotten the other. Ceara—he'd wondered what had become of her, or if she had gone back to her family in the end after all. No matter here and now, no telling whether or not this wolf was even apart of the same pack, either.