Serpent Lake I walk a lonely road....

Memory was surprised, This male and he had much in common. Just HOW much, he was inclined to wonder. "I was raised in a pack a lot like them. I guess I was looking for something Im not going to find there..." The admittance stung. His whole identity was based on savagery, competition, the singing in his blood when he roused himself to battle. Without those things, he didn't know who he was. But maybe this man could help. "Black Hat, huh? Us Nightwalker types get the oddest names. Used to know a wolf named Patchwork- poor fuck only had about half his wits. Name's Memory." He shifted a bit, tearing off a portion of the enormous fish. The Ice cracked with the effort and he cautiously scooted himself back to the bank. That water was still deadly cold, and there was also the possibility of being sucked under the ice. Either way he was not keen on dying. "The Plateau, huh?" He asked as he laid the flesh at the other wolf's paws as a gesture of Goodwill. "Room for another up there?"