fishing in the dark

Vali enjoyed leaving the packlands from time to time, especially to the Firefly lake. It could be summer or winter, and the land was still beautiful. In summer, it had what it was named for - the fireflies that glowed softly in the night. But in the winter, it was tranquil; everything frozen, including the lake itself. The soft crunch of snow under her paws was theurupetic and relaxing; just the... solitude in general was. She had no idea she wasn't alone - not until a loud thud, and a stranger's voice rang out. And then... two. Ears pricking, she followed the voices, which were very loud and distinct. In fact - Vali resisted a bubble of laughter. So one of the strangers had tripped over the other, eh? "Hello?" she called out, voice friendly as she spotted the darkened silhouettes of the other wolves. She came even closer, then, so she could distinguish, well, something, anyway.