Lake Rodney see where you hide

The flitting motion of something had captured diligent attention and sharply wedged head lifted from the banks of the lake to spot a blotch of ink. It was a wolf, of course, with piercing ice bejeweled within its head that glinted in the waning light. Female, the wanderer deduced, due to the feminine croon of hello as scent playfully thwarted the lanky lake dweller. Tall ears floated upwards to meet her, attention diverting sharply across the various dips in body and variation of coat color from black to pewter. 

"Oh yes, hello," he murmured quietly, a glint of fiery eyeballs spiking cheeks upwards in a slightly sheepish grin. Such charms usually produced an odd, non-confrontational sort of demeanor that the drifter was accustomed to portraying to strangers. "Lost?" came the next question, incapable of finding another query than that of his senile father. It was still a habit after nearly a solid year of exploration with the creepy father figure. 

At some point ears slowly smoothed back upon skull, head dipping to a submissive dip that contradicted the bold and brazen step forward. He wasn't harmful... Another seemingly stupid smile crept along features, a hopeful excuse for the next little step nearer, closing the gap between the female without showing hints of relenting approach.