Greatwater Lake i've had a famous man on his fire escape

The obsidian brute decided to get a gander at the lands outside of the new place where he had called home. A few hours after he had stepped outside of the shadow drowned woods, he had already begun to miss the diabolical feel of it. The solitude. The chaotic serenity. The soft brush of death tainted breeze...
Slade pondered all of it in a faint desire to return to it, as he headed farther from it.

He had begun to step into greener pastures, seeing many small and decently larger prey animals, and logically paired it to their lessened chance of a random attack from savage murderous creatures that resided in BlackFeather's woods.

Upon walking through another set of woods, he felt oddly out of place in the lively lush greenery of the flatlands. His darkpelt had seemed to sense this as well, for it had fluffed up a bit, to the sunlight. Strange.

Slade heard a splash nearby, slowly and cautiously padded closer.
He saw a black and white hued lupine, and he couldnt figure out the gender, for the wolf's scent had begun to wash away in the mist of the splayed water. So slade decided to sit, and watch as the coywolf seemingly played in the lakey liquid, a series of laughs erupting from her location.