Greatwater Lake precious and fragile things

A crisp breeze wisped down from the mountain cliffs, and with it brought the taint of snow. It tousled his fur, like fingers running their length through his smooth coat. Clouds would soon be billowing along the horizon, and Dovev needed to make his departure before the driving weather would halt his progress. The white wolf's toes were spread evenly across the pebbly base of the lake banks, but soon they would carry him east and up into the highlands.
He could sense a hint of hesitancy within the onyx ess, something that perked his audits. Maybe when you are ready, we can be in the same pack. The statement brought the smirk into a full-fledged grin and the beast bit back a bubble of laughter. He tried to hide the gleam in his eyes. I think it's too soon for a pack, he responded with a light tone. But the timber in his voice blockaded the dark well that embellished his throat and mind. Such an affluence was already calling memories back from the recesses of Dovev's mind. With a flick of his coat, the male turned away.