Big Salmon Lake Lone, Pale Wanderer

His eyes shifted to her leg as it dipped into the bitter cold water. It then dawned on him what she had said, she can’t swim. A more curious gleam in his eye now, and a confused grin. ”Never learned to swim?” It was slightly shocking, but he wasn’t going to try to make her feel bad for lack of experience in deep pools of water. ”That’s funny,” He noticed her slightly skittish behavior, to which he shook his head in dismissal. ”Why are ya all alone in the cold? Wouldn’t want to get lost out here.” He could smell the potent scent of a pack clinging to her coat, she wasn’t a lone wolf. At least not a new one.