Greatwater Lake Not the Man I Once Was

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Donovan lies about minding his own business. He decides not to check out who’s skulking about him — he only partly cares anyway. Though soon enough he doesn’t have to look around, the the supposed stranger saunters into view. Their form is a sleek white, beautifully painted orange-pink in the setting sun. He doesn’t recognize that it’s actually Simmik at first. So, he languidly watches them, not all too concerned for who they might be. Donovan is having a nice day, he’s not trying to let anyone ruin that.

Then suddenly everything changes and the other wolf seems to have seen him. I mean, how could they not? He sticks out in a sore thumb. The eyes that meet his own are a fiery orange and not because of the sun. Sure they become more vibrant as they gaze upon him and finally then it clicks. He recognizes who it really is. It’s not just any white she-wolf, it’s fucking Simmik.

A clear mask of astonishment is out over his face and he’s standing with the snap of a finger. Not missing a beat, he holds eye contact and practically runs over to her in a brisk trot. A soft yet uncertain, “Simmik?” falling from dark lips.

He looks her up and down fro any injuries and wonders why she’s here, so far away from her pack. Then he gives a genuine smile. It’s gentle in appearance yet hesitant because he knows that she’s pissed. “How are you? What are you doing all the way out here?” He asks softly to her.