Greatwater Lake ghostwater

She had again been exploring her territory. It was a hobby she loved to do. Each day, it seemed there was something new, even though she had basically seen almost all of the lands. But everyday there was new blossoms, new prey, new life. It was an adventure everyday. And today there was someone new. In the distance, there was another wolf watching beavers do their work by the lake. They moved at quick but elegant paces. The girl decided to introduce herself. She walked toward the wolf, out in the open so she wouldn't startle him. "Hello sir. My name is Lupaia. But they just call me Lupa. She walked up closer to him, studying farther into the lake. "What's your name?"