Greatwater Lake infrared [✧]

A ghost floated to the edge of the lake.  He'd come from the creek and carried the marks of travel, his paws dyed a mud brown, his fur carrying the scents of distant lands not too long forgotten but slowly fading from memory.  He'd gone at a good clip, so the lake was a welcome stopping point for the day.  It consumed his focus and pulled him to the shore where he dipped his head for a drink.

Finished, he looked up, licked the water from his lips, and began to survey his momentary home.  That was when he seemed to notice the youth a fair distance away -- well beyond a quiet word's reach.  A forward-swivel of his ears and an inquisitive look were his greeting, assuming she noticed.  But he was a large white fog cloud against a darkening world, so he was likely hard to miss.