Greatwater Lake proper motivation

He was not made to appear approachable. Everything in his genes said that he would carry a wild appearance. Kierkegaard had no understanding that he did not appear like the other wolves, however. He did not see a difference in his physical form, save for a few inches in height or the width of his shoulders. He was different, though… he was feral and wild, and he did not belong among wolves in a pack. Still, there would not come a time when Kierkegaard was self-aware enough to understand this. There was a short noise. The ashen male tossed his head in the direction it had come and found himself looking at a swarthy female with brilliant green eyes. His paws were still buried deep in the waters of the lake, sinking fast in the sand. Taking a few steps forward, the ashen male allowed his gaze to settle on the female once more. He could scent the aroma of a pack on her pelt… one that was familiar to him. Frowning thoughtfully, Kierkegaard did not speak to this newcomer. His gaze did not leave her frame, however. In many ways, he appeared much like the deer on the other side of the lake. Stock still, alert, and yet unafraid.