Duck Lake And so the ducks fly

it's ok, I've been extremely busy too

He inclined his muzzle slightly. So I'm guessing you've left some pack life, too then? Dovev questioned, eyes briefly scanning over the stranger's body. He didn't look too weary or scrawny, albeit he had probably walked some distance. The male's pelt was a silvery, grizzled gray, a little worse for wear in his lone condition. The Creek wolf wondered why he had been straying so far in the first place. Perhaps this stranger was looking for something, something he hadn't disclosed yet and probably had no intentions sharing with the snowy arctic beast.

The sky was beginning to cloud with long, spindly stratus, slowly passing in front of the autumn sun. The air was losing it's warmth fast, and everything in Dovev's periphery had taken on a lucid gray aura.