Lake Rodney No te vayas

Chivirín was still getting used to the abundance of open water, having never been a coastal creature and rather a wolf of deserts and the humid mountain ranges that formed them. She was no stranger to lakes, but these northern ones had a different quality to them, and she found herself casually walking the border of a particularly scenic one with no real intent.

So absorbed she was in her thoughts that she barely noticed the burly form of another until she was well within sight and scent range. She had mindfully steered clear of the various scent markers in the neighbouring lands, but this lake at least, seemed to be unclaimed land, so while she slowed, her posture was neutral. It was hard not to appear unassuming when she was dwarfed by the strange male.

Hola, señor, Chivirín purred in her native tongue out of habit with a short dip of her head. I mean to say hello. Are you from here? she asked somewhat less gracefully. Perhaps he was just passing through like she, but it was worth enquiring if there were established packs around.