And this is?

The moment he turned an outcropping and laid bi-coloured orbs on the, what seemed like, a frozen lake Scorpio would freeze. His eyes would stare in a undivided trance as confusion would set in. He would try to figure out what exactly the large midnight wolf was looking down at. Far below him and settled comfortably between two mountains and blanketed deeply in a sea of ice was what looked like a lake laying on top of a forest. How had the four legged creature figured this out. Quite easily: he could very clearly see trees through the clear ice. The fighter cast a sidelong glance to either side of his body whilst scenting the air. He was alone, which was only a blessing to the man. He had been on these lands no longer than a day or two, wondering around yet too interested to just leave, which was entirely a strange reaction, and was fed up with what he saw. The scent of wolves polluted the air wherever he would go, stepping in any directions and the horrid stench that he unfortunately carried as well was in every crack in the ground and cloud in the sky. After being alone for so long, who would not grow tired at such a scent?