Serpent Lake Sun & Sand

Naberius smelt of sand, sage and desert rose but it was not the rocks of the Mesa, nor did he hold the familiar scent of others in the pack he would mingle with- and Naberius mingled much. Perhaps he would come to know them soon. Perhaps he would call them friend or more. 

In these open lands, it was not hard to spot another when they came near enough, that their bodies appeared on the horizon. He was a white wolf with odd dark markings upon his face. 

Naberius smiles, happy to greet the stranger with a woof and waving of his tail, relaxed at his hocks behind him. Greetings, stranger! Come for a drink, have you?