Lake Rodney Límni

The river he travelled through led him further and further from Moonglow, and down toward a lake where the water opened up in a vast expanse. He'd travelled in the shallows so that his scent could not be detected, and would continue to be coy about his movements until he felt sure he was clear of the wolves he left behind. If they were smart, they'd just let him be. But he had low expectations from them now, all things considered. 

Along the way he had stopped to groom himself and soak in the waters. He had rubbed against cedar and willow, refreshing his scent as his own and ridding it of the scent of the Moonglow wolves. Hell, he hadn't even touched any of them after returning to them, so it took very little effort for him to reset his scent anyway. 

He considered fishing in the lake and then either stopping for the night, but looked up when he saw movement in the distance. Auburn fur, with a faint hue of chestnut in the fading light, caught his attention. An unusual coat colouring, autumnal and soft. The male looked healthy enough, he thought, so he offered the stranger a subtle dip of his head in acknowledgement, as he began to search for the movement of fish beneath the water's rippling surface.