Greatwater Lake proper motivation

It had been a day or more since he had seen Moz, and while that wasn’t necessarily something that worried the ashen male, he was curious. His sister had been something of a life-long companion. The two creatures had traveled together since they were old enough to survive on their own. It was the only life he had knowledge of. Kierkegaard was not opposed to being on his own, however. His ability to detach from those around him was startling. He had no real concept of family life – only that of the wandering duo he had grown used to. The surrounding area was vast. There were several packs that occupied the assorted territories. Just when Kierkegaard thought that he might have been able to avoid them, he found himself prowling just outside of their borders. He had been surprised by the scents of surrounding wildlife, as well. Not accustomed to the larger numbers of wolves, he was more so discomforted by it than anything else. The ashen figure had taken to observing. While he may not have been interested in the lives of the wolves in that area, he was curious as to why there were so many other loners. Socializing was not in his nature, however, so his observations were made from a distance - if it could be helped. And, if not, his conversations were few. Trailing the outside of the lake, the large male cantered forward and felt the water lap at his large paws. There was a chill to the liquid. Wading out until the pool had risen up to his chest, Kierkegaard dipped his muzzle downwards and lapped at the surface, quenching his parched throat. In the rain-washed light, close to the edge of the woods, a deer – stock still – regarded Kierke curiously. Unblinking, alert, nostrils twitching… seeing that Kierkegaard had spotted it, it made no attempt to run but decided, on the contrary, not to be afraid. With a cold expression, the ashen male drew his muzzle in the direction of the prey animal and breathed in its scent, regarding it with a vivid flash of his orange-gold gaze before splashing back to the shore and shaking his pelt to cleanse it of water droplets.