A Divorce Party

Nako stalked along the side of the lake and cast a glance over the crisp waters. Winter may have past but signs still remained all across the lands of the season still trying to hold on. He didn't mind the cold or the lack of prey. Every wolf had been hungry before, and his searching for a meal had been fruitful as he headed back up from the south. He wasn't one to deny a little exploration while making his was back near Donostrea and the lake was a welcome distraction. The thick show covered bushes was far to thick for him to actively hunt any small game, a dead fish hoping to be scrounged up along the shores. White forepaws submerged themselves in the slush of the waters, Nako looking down and eyed the ice in front of him. It would've been interesting but very risky to make his way out across the lake even in the midst of winter but that twisted rock formation kinda looked like it could be climbed. Another day perhaps, resuming his purposeful trek around the shores of the lake.