Lake Rodney Oh my heart is a fish outta water

The black and white wolf traveled further today then she ever had originally intended, with a pep in her step as she moved at a brisk trot throughout the open field of the Glen and along the outskirts of Bramblepoint. When she arced around the woodland, she would be presented with this place - A large, impressively so, lake lined with sandy shores like an ocean might and dotted with beautifully silver birch and much taller sycamore.  

The place was well, admiring, picturesque, even as a single gray wolf settled at the shoreline dining on her caught fish. She was but a spec out at this distance, though as Vallkyrie neared she would woof at the woman in greeting. Mostly grayscale with a darkened nape, Vallkyrie came close yet with caution as she looked her over. The Huntress meant no harm, but this was also a stranger and one with food to protect. Hello.