Greatwater Lake the waiting game

A combination of tracking and scouting ushered Saena away from Blacktail Deer Plateau territory once more, this time in pursuit of something more dangerous than mere hares and weasels. A few days ago she'd borne witness to the strangest of animals, with a flat, broad tail and a squat physique, tugging whole chunks of tree trunk into the river with a strength that didn't befit its size. She'd heard the way it slapped the water and seen the size of its teeth, and decided it was a worthy quarry.

So she followed the river, and eventually found her way to Greatwater Lake. It was here that the animal was building its dam. For a long while the pale-furred bitch paced the shoreline, seeking the pile of wood that signalled a beaver's hideaway, but long before finding it, she spotted something even more peculiar than the paddle-tailed rodent.

A jet-black wolf lay some distance from the water, facing a hole in the ground. Although he looked quite untamed and possibly fierce, what with his hair spiked along his back, there was a bird sitting comfortably on him that ruined the image entirely. Saena crept toward him, slinging her head cautiously between her shoulders and lifting her ears, as though prowling... in a way, she was. If there was a way to get that bird without disturbing the wolf, you could bet she'd have tried it.

Alas, there was simply no way to go without Jaws' involvement, so she cleared her throat and said, "you've got a little lunch on your back."