Greatwater Lake The chances, the changes are all yours to make

Mal wasn't quite sure how to approach things now that he was back on this side of the mountains.  Sure, finding food was easier now, but he also still needed to find something more permanent. He wasn't sure he trusted his own mental guesses for how long it'd be until temperature shifted again and suddenly it got cold, but when that started to happen, he definitely needed to be in a pack and he was none too keen on crawling back to Elysium.  There had to be another option.

He'd come to the lake's edge, briefly scanning the surroundings for signs of well, anyone, but didn't spot a soul.  For now, at least.  After taking a drink, he backed up from the water and lay down on the shore, trying to remember what he saw last time when he was on the plateau.  The lay of the land and all that.  Maybe he'd go check out some of the southernmost corners he hadn't bothered to investigate before.  There might be something good hiding away over there.

And at some point he'd have to deal with that whole "seeming to hate everyone" vs "not liking being alone" dichotomy, but for now he just gave packs a wide berth and hoped someone would show up that had a good option for him.  Things could totally be that convenient, right?