Lake Rodney a spirit walk

Arrluk would not go far. Though his mother said that this was something a young boy must do to become man. That he must walk with the spirits to guide his path. That he would continue to walk until they spoke to him which he needed to hear. 

Arrluk would not leave his family, even if it meant not finding his path somehow. Instead of going far beyond, go the lands of heat and sands, to the place of always snow, Arrluk remained in the forests. He remained near the water always- the rivers, the lakes, the falls and the creeks. They spoke to him far more then the spirits ever had. 

The young wolf had visited the bay at the sea and then to the heights of Moonspear. Now he came to a lake, one far greater in size then he had ever seen in his life. The shoreline even sandy in places, which made him think of the long salt, but as he sniffed and tasted the water, knew this to be a lake. It was a beautiful place and as he walked along with the water out to his side at all times, he explored around the pale birch trees, the coves, the giant sycamore, far larger then any other tree he had seen. Wildflowers were still abundant even as the breeze chilled. The sun on his dark back yet plenty of shade to take if chosen. 

Arrluk smiles as he looks out over the water, taking note of the island in its center. Dominated by one giant old oak whose roots turned and reached down into the water below. He thought to make a swim for it. Who knows what little treasures he might find.