Greatwater Lake Vann

A wolf approached on hurried paws, like she had been compelled from her home and into the wild by an otherworldly presence. One wine-red eye fixed to her, the other was an empty hole. The hairs along his nape prickled warily, but Jörmungandr did not move to respond to her appearance. Wariness was all he would offer, unless otherwise provoked. 

Wind dashed his dark coat with a speckling of snow.