Duck Lake To the ship, matey!

Maybe @Arlette?

Ryon strolled through the valley, his black coat a stark contrast from dead grass beneath his paws. The cold wind tried to nip at his skin, but his thick double coat was no match for it yet. Maybe deeper into winter, but now he was simply enjoying the cooler weather. There was a mist among the wind, but he didn't much mind that, either. 

His paws took him to the edge of the lake. It looked like the very edges were threatening to produce ice, but not quite just yet. He lowered his body to the ground and his tongue quickly lapped at the cold water. He felt it all the way through to this stomach, a sign he needed to eat soon. 

He took his fill and then rose his upper body into a sitting position. The sun was setting on the west coast, though the clouds didn't allow for any brilliant sky this evening. His eyes search the area around him, though he didn't yet see any other wolves.