Dragoncrest Cliffs B-E-A-U-T-Y

Glintwater Lake had become the boy's preferred haunt, as the clear, cool waters provided a salt-free way for him to cool down during the day without having to venture down to the coastline. Here, it was quiet- just far enough away from both of the densites so that he could escape the constant calamity of other children talking, fighting, playing- sometimes all three at once. He invited no others along with him, and was relieved when the adults of the pack merely let him be as he soaked in the cool, shallow waters. 

Very good. They were beginning to treat him as if he wasn't just a helpless child anymore. 

When he heard a shriek and saw the birds lift up from the forests nearby he sighed. He had no doubts that it was Miette, and that she'd ranged closer to his quiet spot than he would've liked. In the interest of keeping his solitary place a secret, he lifted himself from the water, shook the excess from his pelt and began to make his way through the woods. 

He hadn't intended to cross her path, but it had happened anyway. He spotted her in the distance, and figured he may as well check in and see what the fuss was about.