Big Salmon Lake it's time we tried to find the sunrise

It was a rather ironic thing. Tahoe didn’t give much care to a name, or for that matter, many things at all. His mother had been the opposite. She had named him, his name directly meant The Lake. Something about the topic of discussion gave him a twinge of amusement. He listened to the woman’s reply, captivated by her ideology. There was a prudent, yet peaceful way about her. He wanted to hear more. 

The wolf gave his pelt a brief shake, momentarily glancing out at the expanse of water. The soft waves had a reflective sheen, the sunlight playfully fluttered upon their surface. His gaze parted from the water body, falling upon the woman lingering nearby. 

Think this place is worth a name then? He asked, trodding toward her, stopping at a comfortable conversation distance away.