Big Salmon Lake yodel-ay-hee-hoo

His lakeside seat is rather peaceful before the dark male arrives. The other's sudden presence startles him, head snapping up as his gaze seeks the distant figure. White-crowned, or so he thinks, until an unintelligible word echoes out across the water and the stranger plunges face-first into it. He can't stop the burst of laughter that escapes him, more so when the other wolf comes up clean and he realizes what the white had likely been. Embarrassment floods him as he realizes what he's doing: laughing at a stranger, openly, like a jerk. For a moment he considers fleeing the scene — but that's no good. That would just solidify his new status as a jerk. Instead, he picks himself up and moves around the lake, toward the other wolf. Sorry for laughing at you — I just didn't expect that, He calls out as he approaches, offering an apologetic smile. I bet the water's cold as hell. I'd have done the same, though.