Greatwater Lake I'm haunted by the words you say

An estranged scent flooded near. Of all the ones he'd noted before, this one was different.

From one side of the lake, he saw them there. Eager to respond, was he, legs carrying him at a quick paced gait. 

Once the dark beast reached the other, he stood there with confidence, head high and tail flagged. They looked to him with inquisition. The want to stay — to be allowed to stay. At least they had enough respect to ask permission, rather simply gallivanting in. 

But before even considering an answer, he first needed to know if this younger wolf could fend for themselves. And on top of that, know who was in charge.

A test. He quipped with a small chuff.

Moving forward steadily, the giant circled the other. Occasional nips would aim for their hocks, but rarely made contact. Then on, and a few blows to the face with a heavy paw; but if they were smart and ducked, there would no contact short of a placed claw.