This was the closest Luck had gotten to the den she and Bacc had shared, somehow she had managed the courage to get this close at least. But that was as far as it would let her go, now she found herself quite far from Celestial and the last of her boldness flagging... and an empty stomach to boot. So it was that she plodded along side the lake, she had considered briefly walking in it's waters, that might at least help sooth her heat but in the end she'd just end up with mud on her paws and probably a long, cold, wet journey back to the pack lands.
And lo! Here came something that was unlikely to do anything but worsen her mood. Luck had found herself rather suddenly near another wolf. A russet male whom she didn't know. (Though despite herself images of Regulus flashed through her mind and she felt her stomach twist in a strangely pleasant way.) Luck suddenly pulled up, a whimper slipping from her lips despite her best efforts to not make a sound. She found herself scrambling back and slight to the side, stopping just a few inches from the lake's waters.