Big Salmon Lake to the fall

Pfft, have you seen my writing? I define weird. <3

He lingered about the lake once again, slightly weary from his long track of following nearby herds. They were too far out to be of any use of Ouroboros, but the coming and going at length gave him time to figure out where they were going, and where they had come from. It was like a big event that some of them had missed out on getting a memo for; the herds and other fairweather game were migrating. Or at least that was how it seemed to the autumn-draped hunter, who was slowly beginning to recede into his element.

Around the lake though, there was plenty of natural cover. The watery depths and marshy grounds gave the air a certain tinge, something almost palpable. It was enough to dampen his senses, but only slightly. The fog was of course, a bigger problem to contend with. He moved through it easily, but not silently. The reeds and tall grasses of the lake did little to hide his steps, but Mordecai wasn't interested in being quiet. He had encountered someone here the last time he had come, and anticipated that this time would be no different either.

He just wanted a drink too.