joker and the thief

Lost was perhaps the best word for the male to use. He walked about unsurely, openly showing himself to be a stranger to these parts. Knute made careful note of where he had found himself.

A water source - a lake. There seemed to be nothing disrupting the water surface. He wouldn't be entirely surprised if the coolness in the air kept any wildlife in the water from popping up. He would have considered taking a dip but with the season it was perhaps that wasn't the smartest decision.

He kept moving along the lake's shore. Water wasn't exactly for him anyway. There had to be somewhere more fruitful around this place.