Big Salmon Lake I wasn't made to last

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Lately his mind was being drawn back to the Frosthawks, their company was unique but still managed to be pleasant. There was more family to meet in those parts of the south and with all the boring drama surrounding the Redhawks and their allies, Sifaka was beginning to plan wintering with their southern family. Come time the leaves fall in droves, the lion would part from the clan and head south but for now he was tied to the caldera.
Finally arriving to the large lake, Sifaka took in much needed water from his hike. The caldera was massive but it still left the man feeling cramped, stiff legged and rundown. Months had past since he took the chance to properly stretch his legs, it showed with the joints popping with the occasional foot fall and with the ache that slowly built in his paws. None of which stopped Sifaka but his feet certainly slowed him down, so he laid his front paws in the icy water and relived the inferno between his pads. The crescent moon illuminating only a small sliver of the water but it was enough to watch the water dance with moderate enjoyment while he relaxed.