Greatwater Lake 'cause i don't believe in the things that i do

His wandering brings him within sight of another — a stout dark boy with fur like freshly churned earth, sun-bleached to chocolate tones on the surface layers and saturated to midnight hues below. Intriguing enough to draw him in further, slowly, chuffing to gauge a reaction to his presence. Closer now, fierce eyes capture his attention; the sun itself flaring within, the crackle of scathing predatory brutality. Hello, He offers simply, guarded yet curious. He's torn between an all too common attraction, and a growing wariness, but for now he favors neither. First, he'll see what kind of person this stranger is.