Greatwater Lake precious and fragile things

He stood adrift as the black she-wolf moved towards the lip of the water, Dovev's eyes prying out the further grasps of the banks. It was a relatively quiet autumn afternoon, the sky one big bowl of blue, as if the lake had been turned upside down. The canine who had introduced herself as Hawkeye spoke again, and Dovev's ears swiveled to the sides even though his pale gaze was far away. A pack? His white visage turned to her as soon as she finished speaking, only to see a feline-like posture sitting astride the grass. Vague curiousity washed over Dovev's attentions. Is that how wolves sit this far north? He closed his maw firmly, and once again Dovev was in full control of his diction. I have a perfect spot to winter... and then I will see about finding some new friends. The white brute managed a sly smirk across his face. I hope you can consider yourself as one.