Arrow Lake Loch

This is set for early tomorrow morning. ^^

The silver wolf had risen before the sun and had started his journey through the trees when the birds had not yet started to sing their songs. By the time he had reached the edge of the wood, morning had washed over the land and bathed it in a warm golden glow.

Kinloch lifted his head and inhaled until his lungs twinged. Summer was good to the stretch of wild he had journeyed across. The trees and brush were bright with green leaves. Prey animals could be seen scurrying to their hiding places to watch the imposing hunter carve his path.

On the edge of a lake, Kinloch stopped to drink. The cool water was a blessing on his parched throat. He lifted his head, water dribbling down his chin, and debated a swim.