Arrow Lake The divine radiance of invertebrates

Scimitar, after doing a loop around the borders of Tuatha De borders, skirted around their territory and outward, his nimble mountain paws manoeuvring their way around the slopes and ridges of his home. Heading more northward, the agouti wolf was always keen on exploring in his old home, and had decided his new settlement should prove to be no different. He hoped to remain a long term resident of the area -- if only because of his innate desire to call something home.

His journey did not take him far -- Tuatha De was a smaller pack, and he would not leave it unattended for more than a day's worth. He came upon a large lake -- the pebbled shore of the waters was inviting, and as the male began to make his way down to quench his thirst, the sound of a male voice caused him to pause mid-step, one ivory limb hovering carefully over the incline as his bright eyes scanned the area more attentively now.

To his right, his gaze fell upon two pale figures -- both seemingly white in appearance, though one's pelt was mottled with other hues. He was far enough away to only hear the male's voice, rather than the words themselves, and without another thought, the cinnamon male redirected his stance and trailed toward the other two. His pace was leisurely, despite his curiosity, and as he moved closer, he ushered a low 'woof' to gather their attention to his presence. He had yet to meet many residents within the lands he called home and was not about to give up this opportunity.