Big Salmon Lake in the middle of the day

he sought others, now. company. and as much as he appreciated the company of @Cathal, the squire, he could not help but yearn for those that fell into the same category as him age and species wise. the young dog held a special place in his heart, of course, but iseldur thought of him as a mac, and so now he was searching for adult friends. someone he could hunt with, who could protect themselves on their own.

paws brought him through the snow, towards a lake. much smaller than the one he had visited a few days prior. this one had a thin layer of ice forming on its surface, and iseldur made the mental note to return to this place in a few weeks' time, when the ice would be at its thickest and it would likely be safe to walk along. a small hum, then, before he came to the rim and bent his head down for a drink. tail swaying behind him.

having satisfied his parched throat, he blinked once, twice, removing any fallen snow from his lashes before he would scan the area, verdant gaze taking in all the details. no one was spotted, no prey, nor predator, so he tilted his head back, lips coming together to form a howl, calling for someone ; a friend, an enemy, someone to drink with, to chat with. he did not care for who, or what, only that he met someone he could befriend.