All that's west

Sparrow had only heard that this lake was supposed to be shaped like a wolf's paw, but she had Pongolo fly ahead and confirm it. What were wolves gonna do? Shoot her down? Hah! Anyway, the bird did say it looked like a wolf's paw, but Sparrow wanted to see it herself. Of course there was the problem of there being a whole... pack in the way. Sparrow could roll her eyes at least a hundred times every time a pack claimed a cool landmark. She couldn't blame them but dang it sure was inconvenient. She stayed on her side of the border, no trace of Fireside's scent on her pelt. Maybe someone would come by and let her look at the lake... probably. Maybe. Maybe not.