Greatwater Lake i'm the moon came true

It seemed that Magpie was insistent on exploring every corner of the Flatlands before she finally returned the the Caldera, though it was largely a subconscious choice. Her inner monologue was filled with perfectly acceptable excuses, though if she were to ever speak them aloud to someone, they'd be revealed as the bunk they truly were. She wasn't usually one to cower away from her fears, instead facing them head-on and protesting stubbornly against them... but this was different, somehow. These wolves meant something to her.

Thirsty from her wandering, Magpie zig-zagged back to the lake that swelled at the center of the Flatlands— a miniature ocean, as so many seemed to think of it. Night was without a doubt here, with a sliver of moonlight casting silver across the black, half-frozen waters of the lake. Tomorrow, then— she would return to them tomorrow.

As she drew near the shore to take a drink, the silhouette of another seemed to materialize from the dark backdrop of water and night. Magpie held her breath, remembering the stories of the Corvidae and the magic of this world, but when the unmistakable scent of Sunspire seemed to punch her in the nose, the yearling knew what she saw was only the mundane.

Instinct took over, or she might have avoided the wolf altogether; instead, she adopted a defensive pose, her coat puffing out in agitation, as she tensed and watched the other with vibrant green eyes. She would leave the first move to the Sunspire wolf, and then she could decide the best course of action.