Duck Lake And so the ducks fly

He hated rain. Rather than settle pleasingly on his pelt like snow, Dovev could feel the droplets roll between his white hairs and saturate his skin. It was little pinpricks of cold compared to the enveloping blanket of winter, and made him uncomfortable. The wolf shook his pelt, trying to warn off the rain before turning to stare at the loner.

Well, you've come to the right place if you're looking to join one, the alabaster male pointed out.
He lifted his maw and glanced to the north. There's one over there, he spoke as he turned his skull to the south. And there... There were more, but in Dovev's mind, those were the most immediate, besides Sunspire. And surely this loner knew that he stood on the threshold of Creek territory.