Lake Rodney Otters for a bride

Heph breathed in the water. Lingering just a few days travel at most from the heartwood kept her chest from aching so much from absence. Her trek around the area had revealed that there was indeed an island within the lake itself, rather curious although she supposed the lake looked large enough for it. She wondered if she would have to swim to see it, but as she continued to trot along the edges she saw in the distance another wolf also seeming to follow the edges of the water and looking for something in particular. Closing the distance between them she kept a slow enough pace not to take him by surprise and when she drew to a stop she left some distance between them. "Looking for something?" Her voice dragged but was not mocking as she tilted her head, letting her gaze flick to where he was looking. Closer to the other wolf she could make out a handsome but graceful frame mirrored in his movements, but there was the hint of some other wolves in his scent that indicated he might not be as alone as he appeared that prevented her from mentioning it more outright.