Arrow Lake eyes carved in

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the hiss, distant as it is, certainly does not belong to any usual sound of the mountains, and her attention is swiftly pulled away from the bird. it is a wolf, who'd arrived at the lakeside somewhere in the time she'd spent watching the carrion bird. the prickle along her spine confirms that his gaze is fixed on her, and so she moves to close the distance between them, stiff-legged and comfortable among the rock.

he's young, she realizes as she nears, perhaps her age. that eliminates him fairly quickly as a suspect; though she hadn't seen the greyscale wolf around in days. he is half-submerged in the lake, jagged pieces of ice scattered loosely around where he lays. she pauses at a distance far enough to allow them more than enough personal space, while remaining within audible distance. "you lose a fight?" the behavior, while odd, is not unfamiliar; though she prefers snow to water, despite it being somewhat less effective. the blooming dirt and blood in the water are a clear indicator.