Big Salmon Lake to the fall

You know I must have looked at my postlog no less than fifteen times since this morning and totally didn't realize you had replied to this. *blind*

As he lowered his muzzle towards the watery depths for that drink, he received the cue that he was not alone this time either. Instead of answering, he waited until he had his fill of drink. This time around, the waters had gone much colder than they had been. The day or two of heat that had surged back to the wilderness had long departed. Just as well, he supposed, because even the grasses had begun to draw on their own coats; the colors were much more muted this time. Autumn had finally come.

Pulling himself back from the water, Mordecai finally returned the chuff that he heard, though from where he wasn't sure. His response was inviting enough though, so he hoped that he wouldn't find himself alone for too much longer. For the departure of the heat, there had been an insurgence of wolves to the areas that he had been through. Some where apart of fast forming packs far and wide, of this he was aware out of instinct, but some merely lurking on their own. Whether or not he was about to encounter someone of either taste was just as unknown as the creature they could have been.

He took his chances either way.