Greatwater Lake they'll nosh you up

After her misadventure in the mountains, Koontz gave her venturesome side a rest and stuck close to home for nearly a week. She threw herself into her duties and felt more constructive and responsible than at any previous point in her life. She started to think that she would make a great Alpha, after all, and sooner than later. She wasn't particularly charismatic, but she was a workhorse and, slowly but surely, she was taking ownership of her role as a sub-leader and developing a real sense of what it might mean to be top dog.

But, at length, the routine grew tiresome, even tedious, and her silver paws itched once more. After making a circuit of the plateau, Koontz emerged from her pack's territory with a burst of energy and loped without stopping until she reached the shores of Greatwater Lake. She left around mid-afternoon and arrived there with only moments to spare before sundown.

Tongue lolling, Koontz strolled one bank while gazing at the deer milling at the far end of the lake. The light began to fail as the sun sunk down into its bedchamber to the west. Mindless of the darkling dusk, Koontz traipsed away from the lake's edge, located a small hillock with a great vantage point and flopped onto her haunches. She licked her lips, pale eyes still watching the deer even as the songs of cicadas, crickets and spring peepers rose up all around her like the swell of a tiny orchestra.

Eventually, the she-wolf took notice of the other wolf skulking around the lake and her ears pulled slightly backward. For a second, she though it was Teklar, but she caught a glimpse of dark green eyes and realized it was a stranger. She studied him from a distance, idly wondering why all white wolves seemed to be so huge. She considered calling out to him, but opted instead to keep her silence. If he noticed her and sought her out, she would speak to him, but Koontz simply didn't feel like initiating. Today, she was very much tapped into her introversion.