Lake Rodney Chipster

Up until now Dwin had not met any other water-loving wolf on the beach, though footprints and scent trails of different age did tell her, that this was not an entirely desolate place. Sometimes the web of new information was so thick that she spent a good deal of her time, sifting through figurative "newsfeed", imagining, who would have left the trails and where had they gone from there. 

Today, however, she was greeted from an entirely different directions. She caught sight of the swimming wolf, stood up and carefully followed it's path with her gaze. "Good day!" she called out, trying to draw the fellow's attention and - yes - let's admit it, hoping to be the first witness of a merwolf in the area.