Heron Lake Plateau la giocanda

gonna be vague abt his joining thread for now

He was not as alone as he had first thought. Someone greeted him. Her voice was a bit of a shock, though no part of him gave that up apart from fluttering eyelids.
He faced the woman quickly. She was older than him, as most wolves in his life seemed to be. Prettier too. That was another constant in his life, as is the twinge jealousy he felt for her now. He hides the feeling. It’s a skill he’d learned to master.
not nearby, no. not - not really. He turned back towards the lake. i came to, eh, sightsee. Then he abruptly turned to her again. i am not intruding am i?