Duck Lake Everyday is the start of something new

Droplets returned to the disturbed waters below, rippling the surface, continuous beads dripping from a wet muzzle above. The yearling had slowly lifted his head away from the lakes frosty edge to peer around at the environment surrounding him, admiring its frost-caped beauty.  A faint mist formed in front of the wolf’s face, hot breath touching the cold morning air as he exhaled. Mind trailing off to thoughts of home. The places he’d visited so far had made it difficult for him to feel any guilt over leaving, if anything, such new sights had only made the timber want to press onward with what his parents would call his - aimless wanderings.
 
Round ears swivelled, listening to the calm whistle of the winter winds that swept through the land, droning their icy song to those who would listen. Faelan managed to lure his mind away from distracting thoughts of home and gradually decided to lift his head to sniff at the chilled air. Leathery nose twitched, nostrils flaring as he took in the scents of many travellers, both past and present. It appeared this valley was usually quite active and so Faelan shifted his weight, deciding to take his leave from the vast pool and in the direction of a cluster of tall aspen trees located toward the western edge of the terrain.
 
He wove silently through the pale trees for what seemed like hours, though it had only been mere minutes. Dirt covered paws treading carefully amongst the snow and twig scattered ground as he roamed. Pausing a moment, Faelan glanced up at the towering, bare branches above him, eyes squinting as the rising sun soon poked through the entangled mess to catch his curious gaze. Blinking, he turned away from the warm beaming light and continued through the woodland, occasionally scenting the air as he strolled.