Big Salmon Lake Roses are red

She pulled her head up from the lake when the sound of two voices reached her tufted ears. Her wide yellow eyes wandered until she found the sources. Two wolves were looking at the lake further down from her, seeming to be greeting each other. She carefully pulled herself away from the lake and padded a little closer, careful to stay low enough so that she was hidden by the long grass that grew on the fringes of the lake.

She hunkered down and set her gaze on the pair. One was as white as snow while the other seemed to be a perfect shadow. The white one, which appeared to be a female, had given the black one, a male, a curt hello and had moved away, almost completely ignoring him. Wolves were so weird.