Tuktu Weir Wearing a warning sign

As his father had taught him, Lovecraft traveled always along the water. His path sometimes strayed for the sake of exploration, but never far, and he maintained a keen awareness of where the water was located so that he could return to it when he needed to. The stream he had been following for the last several days emptied into a lake. The change of scenery surprised him but it was welcome in its eerie beauty: a light, cold mist hovered above the water's surface, framed by  dense evergreen foliage. Lovecraft abandoned the stream and started around the perimeter of the lake, becomming aware of the scent of elk that lingered everywhere.  

Another scent came to his attention, too; a wolf nearby. The pale canine lowered his posture, ears erect and his wide eyes fixed ahead of him. There was movement, and then he beheld the she wolf whose path would soon cross his. She was a striking creature, with fur the color of earth and tree bark, and eyes a warm shade that he could only correlate with the sunrise. Lovecraft lifted his head and swung his tail steadily, attempting to make himself more visible to her, and emitted a soft chuff.