Greatwater Lake Night befalls the lone journeyman.

Night was slowly beginning to take over the world, with faint glimmers of stars appearing upon the ever darkening canvas above, vaguely visable to anyone that took the moment to look. And lurking below, walking within the shadows of the trees, a beast did just that - wearily casting his sapphire eyes toward the heavens. The traveller stopped briefly, his off white paws grateful for the sudden rest given to them as the mutt took a minute to admire the fading glow of the sun. Soon the moon would take its place and light up the night, which meant he would soon need a place to sleep. His chest expanded as he inhaled deeply, allowing a long, thoughtful sigh to escape his muzzle before setting off on his journey once more.

In the distance, the gleaming surface of the lake caught the mutt's attention next as he strolled onward through the valley, his leathery nostrils flaring constantly at the smell of water nearby. And as he walked in the glistening lakes direction, Flint gazed cautiously around the tree line, observing the area as he slowly approached the waters edge to take the drink he so desperately needed. All the while, his good pointed ebony ear twitched a top his lean head as he listened to the sounds around him.