Lake Rodney All My Life I've Been Fighting

Dreven walked away from the pack lands. Red Eyes boring, searing into the brightly lit surroundings. The sunlight danced along his russet sides, coloring in the shadows and twirling around his legs and tail. Each puff of a step, brought dust and grass to the surface to swim and slurry around him, only to settle and more to be lifted as he used his bulk to walk across the area.

He looked around him, admiring and staring. Learning. Malacath had been absent as of late. Khasni had been absent of late. He was wondering if he should even stay. After all, what was the point of a pack if two of the three who started it were not available. But as always he was a loyal beast and dogged on.

Today his destination was the lake he had seen, but not visited. He stared at the smooth surface and with a growl he heaved himself forward and began to swim. Large brutish paws moving smoothly through the water, large head breaking the surface. It was cool and it was inviting.