Greatwater Lake all lit up and i start to s[m]ile

Another wolf, a challenger, followed the scent of a receptive female. He had crossed no border, found no pervasive packscent, so it was with eager steps that Tarantula pursued his quarry. He heard her before he saw her, as she beckoned another, but this did not deter him from the instinct to claim a mate in the throes of his own dispersal.

From a distance, iceblue eyes finally saw them along the fringes of a frosted lake: a pair standing apart. One a hale, thunderous wolf of umber and tan, the source of his yearning, and the other a sable huntress, also desirable to his discerning gaze. The would-be usurper called to them then with a quiet, beseeching tone, announcing his intent, before descending towards them in a rollicking stride.

His head was kept just above his shoulders, nose stretched out inquisitively as he watched the larger she-wolf for her reaction towards him. Of course, he anticipated that the coalburnt wolf might become either a welcome participant or (more likely) a deterrent – keeping her in the corner of his gaze – but her presence was secondary to the one whose attention he sought to earn.