Big Salmon Lake to the fall

A shadowy figure came to materialize through the reedy haze. They had been closer than Mordecai had anticipated, and if not for the arrival of the other in his peripheral, he may not have even noticed him quickly. Testing the air curiously, Mordecai could not really ascertain much about the wolf that now approached him; most of the cues he could get were obvious ones, and visual. Perhaps most interesting of those things was the way he was greeted; the dialect was unfamiliar to Mordecai, but understandable.

“Hello,” he returned with a slight cant of his head. “Come here much?” If the dark-haired canine before him had been of a feminine persuasion, it would have sounded more like a cheesy pick up than anything. But the curiosity was genuine, as Mordecai did not visit the lake on a regular basis. His last venture there had been means to a get away, and the same could have been said about the present as well.