Big Salmon Lake Shinkō

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The dog did not speak again but moved to step alongside the white hunter. Shiranui was focused on the task of catching their food. He was rallied by the presence of another figure beside him. It had been many months since he had last held company. While the dog spoke of strange things, the white wolf did not find him to be bothersome, in any way.

The scent of otter grew stronger, pulling Shiranui along its trail. He could make out three distinct fragrances, all of them belonging to the water-loving creatures. The pale figure could only hope that they would not stumble upon young ones. They did little to fill a hungry stomach.

Ahead, a splash upon the lakeside drew the wolf’s gaze. Shiranui stiffened and latched his eyes on the brown shapes that danced along the shore. The otters appeared to be collecting rocks in their dark hands.