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

Zephyr may not be in luck -- Riley didn't even know what kind of person he was.

As Riley lifted his chin from the bank, water dribbled along his muzzle. He recognized a change in the other; he'd been spotted, and now the wolf with mercury fur was studying him in a manner that called back to a more wary nature.

Riley stood straight, feeling something stir along his spine. The wolf before him was too small for him to think he was in danger, but Riley's instinct had lead him astray more than once. "Hi." Riley returned unevenly, equally guarded. "Who are you?"