Greatwater Lake but he sang louder and louder inside the house

Valour was with another pack now - Clarence hadn't known what had caused him to want to join them, but honestly... the piebald boy didn't agree with the idea. It seemed like Nightwalkers all over again, and he just wasn't willing to place himself in that position again.

The rain finally stopped, and Clarence was far happier to be traveling. Never too far from the mountain, because Valour was there and his loyalty to the former Warlord ran deep, but far enough.

He liked the lake, a lot. It was overfilled from the constant rain, but traveling along its edge was therapeutic. The boy was drawn from his thoughts at the sight of another, larger wolf standing by the water. He had dark brown fur and was taller than Clarence himself, but that was not a deterrent. 

"It's nice that the rain stopped, isn't it?" he asked, approaching with a wag of his curled tail.