Greatwater Lake I'm haunted by the words you say

He smelled pack on the wind and changed direction to head towards the lake. It was winter, not a good time to be alone. He had dispersed too early.

There was a man here at the lake, bigger than him. Drogar stopped and stared at him, challenging but not hostile. It was not his territory. Not yet. Perhaps he would be let in, or perhaps not. He kept his eyes on the big dark male, molten gold and piercing. And waited. For confirmation? Confrontation? He did not know.