Greatwater Lake one will come who is too good

Falwasi was headed past a lake she had stopped by once before. The sky was plenty of clouds, but the day had been full of sunny spells, sun creeping around the dense white shapes and illuminating the world. She lived for the crispiness of the morning air, but the sun warming her fur - even if it wasn't much - was a summer delicacy she learned to enjoy, especially when the time came to say goodbye to it.

Padding slowly towards the lake to take a drink, Falwasi spotted a dark wolf, who she would've easily mistaken for Kaskara if the stranger was female. The wolf was spying at his reflection in the water, small driblets of water dropping from his chin.

The wolf would soon sense her presence, but he seemed in deep thought, and Falwasi didn't want to disturb his lull. Or maybe she just didn't want to be social, or do the whole 'Hello, I'm Falwasi.' thing. Turning quietly, she sucked in her stomach, as if that would disguise her smell, and roamed stiffly in the direction of the creek.