Greatwater Lake press

Morning, 25˚ Foggy, tags for ref

He had slipped away from the mountains, following the lead of a few departing mountain goats. He could not fault them for dispersing. When the ground shook so high up upon the mountain it was rather daunting. But he had lost their trail as it moved into places he didn't wish to travel. Still he kept moving though as the dawn broke through.

The world seemed bleak though. With its rather cold temperature and shrouded in fog as he looked all around him. He was utterly alone out here on the banks of the lake. The sounds of Diaspora far behind him and the voice of @Antha could not be heard. It was this realization that drew a soft oh from his lips.

Where had he ended up now?