Big Salmon Lake Be my Yoko Ono

Thanks for starting us off :3 Also sorry if this kinda sucks, I was thinking of something to write XD

Once again, Āzoniol had been drawn towards the very place where he met the first, and strangely kind, wolf he'd encountered ever since arriving to the Teekons. It was humiliating to think of the state he'd been in during the time and honestly, it was best not to think about it at all. He wasn't really sure why he came here — to reminisce, perhaps? Maybe to see if Clarence ever returned? Who knows. Though he did owe the molten-eyed wolf an apology either way...

It was just as he stepped into the area, his ankles generously soaked from the partially flooded earth, that Āzoniol would spot a figure near the lake. It caused his fur to bristle instinctively — the sight of another wolf that is. He didn't exactly get over his inability to greet others normally since it would take a bit more time to improve his sociability skills (and not think that every new encounter was a "kill or be killed situation"), but he continued on anyway. If Āzon was to change at all, he'd need to force himself out of his comfort zone

The brute took notice of the carcass they'd dragged to the surface, which had definitely been dead for a few days judging by its strong scent and bloated figure. Would approaching trigger some sort of food aggression? Whatever. As long as nothing 'funny happened then things should be fine. He bowed his head and began lapping the lake's surface, paws shifting uncomfortably within the water they were submerged in and eyes trailing every so often towards the dark brown he-wolf that stood a few feet away warily.