Big Salmon Lake guilty 'cause i should be home, damn procrastination

The snow felt soft and wet under her toepads, a small tinge of comfort of her past as the wolf slowly trekked out of the woodline and to the lake's edge. The day was rather humid and muggy for winter, something the white-furred creature wasn't excpecting in the middle of the season. There were still chunks of ice floating about on the water (mainly near the bank) but the water was slowly melting to meet the air temperature.

Whoever the stranger was, Ivev's ears rose in piqued interest as the ebony female down the shore seemed to focus intently on whatever was trapped under the freeze. She had an odd but striking coloring, as if the winter had lain a cape of white upon her black shoulders. Ivev halted on the pebbly shore.

Are you looking for fish? she called out with a friendly wave of her tail as a salutation. Frozen sardines, smelts, and other little swimmers were something Ivev had seen often in the north, and if a wolf could dig them out, made for a crunchy treat. But the dreamer had little clue as to what the lone female was doing, wandering the shore, and she hoped her intrusive words wouldn't be too much of an upset.