Arrow Lake all i really want is something beautiful to say

@Esperanza

The cool afternoon found a cinnamon wolf skirting long the edges of Upper Arrow Lake -- his steps leisurely as he paced. A large wolf in nature, somehow, the sun seemed to impose his shadow to be even more so, and the regal curled a lip up in a slight grin before it faded once more to a stoical mask along his hardened features.

He would soon be turning back to his home -- his wayward nature very much a part of his heritage, but something he had shed the previous spring when his paws had landed him in Swiftcurrent Creek. He had risen in the ranks steadily enough -- and now, courting the ivory Alpha, he found that every moment from her side pulled at his heart in ways he had never imagined possible.

But as much as he was eager to return to her side, the male's creamy paws swayed him further in to the water, feeling the bite of frost in the waters touch. Winter would be upon them soon, and the herds seemed to be in good shape. He held no worries for the Creek this winter, but it would also be his first among the swift waters. Still, they were a large group, and he felt a confidence surge in him.

Bending his muzzle down, the agouti Beta lapped at the waters now, quenching his thirst before his trek back to the valley.