Big Salmon Lake she's paler than the moon

AW. Feel free to assume what the noise might be, if you want!

Heavy paws skirted the lake’s edge—glowing in red, orange and gold as the reflection of the nearby trees offered an unbroken mirror. It seemed only logical he sought the body of water to begin his search for his bride price.

Icy eyes scanned the crystal waters, though it was a low wailing sound in the distance that gave him pause, stirring his muscles to tense, his thoughts to pause as he glanced upward. It was a cry of mourning—haunting in its persistence, hollow with an echo.

It gave the man a sense of unease as he stood there, despite the sun that filtered past the white clouds. Reminding him that his family wait for him at Moonspear—and he was here, a further distance from them than he cared to be.

Determination set him prowling once more. Mud and dead grass clung to the damp fur of his legs, and he trained his muzzle downward, seeking to scent any trace of otters—determined to not just find the three he required to fulfill the price—but to find ones worthy of his bride.