Big Salmon Lake don't go, jason waterfalls

He wouldn't have clocked the other wolf had the bird not swooped down for fish. Killdeer's eyes lit upon her in intrigue, then shifted to light upon the pale man. With a smile of greeting, he abandoned his task and padded along the lakeshore toward the stranger.

There's good fishing in these waters, he remarked. That bird knows, at least. The nighthawk in question remained close—

Strangely close, actually. He watched her warily from the corner of his eye. 

I'm Killdeer, he introduced himself. I have a pack nearby. How about yourself? If Cambria was standoffish, he hadn't yet noticed.