Alpine Lake circles

A gust of wind caught him as he reached the perceived summit of the alpine; this place too held his interest the moment he set eyes on the lake. Far from still, the wind rippled the waters and made them glimmer in the early morning light, setting a stage that was noticeably beautiful and tranquil. The trek he and @Stjornuati had made had been full of moments like this though it had been a good bit since he had stopped to give it the reverence it so desired.

He lingered along the shore, drawing in the scents that pooled there along the muddy, rocky bank. He could smell the lake water strongest of all, but others had been along. Rotting fish carcass here or there, perhaps a fish head… a turtle long dead but never freed from its shell; he could smell the growth of plants in a clump further down the shore as he strolled. Geese, ducks, any combination of either too.

It would have been a decent place to hunt, had he been hungry enough to do so.

Instead he drew his muzzle to the crystalline waters and drank.

And knew he was not alone.