Greatwater Lake street smarts!

An afternoon comprised of nothing but silence. The way he liked it.

Of course, he held nothing against social interaction—but a bit of peace and quiet could hardly ever be so easily declined.

Down a small incline, the mammoth of a man plundered. The time was filled with silent pleas that he wouldn't trip over an object, or maybe even his own paw, while he trudged the steep.

But a faint sound ahead almost triumphed against his success.

Pausing once he'd reached the bottom, the man's gaze trailed his surroundings, both curious and cautious. Was someone else here? Had a critter poked too close? Or was he simply just hearing things?