The gentle lapping waves had drawn Irin to their shores. She enjoyed the peace that lakes offered, and though there were wolf scents filling these lands, unlike the willow grove that Irin had found herself in not too long ago, these scents were stale and not particularly fresh, and Irin felt comfortable padding carefully up to the lake.

Her wanderings carried her around the large lake, and they allowed her to notice, as she came to settle upon the shores of this calm lake, that it was shaped like a large pawprint, almost. Maybe it was because a massive wolf had left its pawprint here, long ago. Perhaps he had been the god that created these lands, leaving this pawprint as a solemn reminder of the magical gift that he had given to the wolves who lived in these lands. Maybe he was so big that the next pawprint was many days' journey away, somewhere so far away that the two would never be linked. Maybe he had had two paws on this continent and two on another, somewhere far away. Or maybe his strides were long enough that he could travel the entire continent in a day.

The possibilities were endless, to Irin. Almost daintily, the white female bent down to take a careful drink of the clear waters. They tasted deliciously fresh, soothing her tongue and throat. This was the gift of the wolf who had left this pawprint; it had to be. There was no way that this was a random land formation. It had to be a pawprint. Something that a wolf left behind as a reminder that wolves Irin's size (and to be fair, significantly larger) were not the only things out there.

Soon, the wolf that had left this pawprint would awaken from his slumber, shake out a thick black coat and wander from his den, leaving more pawprints in his wake as silvery eyes looked up at the stars, where his one true love rested.

It was a nice dream, wasn't it?

From her first taste of meat, of blood from a kill her mother had caught her. To the final moments when she was forced to watch the one thing important to her in life be crushed by the simple tree's that spouted the land. Immobile and rooted, she had always been unneeded, unwanted. She never got to hear from her father again, and even now, she endlessly searched and longed for someone or something who wanted her. Life was great, it was wonderful wasn't it, but Vahva's state of depression and confusion was like a damn blocking the flow of water. Her red eyes scanning over the large lake that looked as if a legendary wolf had stepped over it. The female herself was quiet large often mistaken for a male if not for her scent and slender like body. Her nose picking up every scent she could as the favor of the wind against her glorious blue mane in the moonlight. As if she was some sort of mystical lonely creature coming out of the light of things. Vahva lowered her head, when suddenly the scent of another wolf caught her and her red eyes unsettled as always shivered. Interaction was a thing to fear, when she had no clue how one would think of her, and how she should react if she were to be rejected. If she could not deal with it, how could she ever get into Valhalla. This wolf was like Vahva for size, but bigger. A bigger female? Was she older? She guessed it could be true since Vahva herself was only two years of age. Yet she must not assume any, sinking along her paws dipped into the lake waters. She stood ankle high like a ghost as she stood high her head holding no source of pride but simply trying to get a better look. Her tail flicked as the black and white contrasted female let out a sharp bark from her vocals. This was an alert, that was a nice start wasn't it? It wasn't hostile, but it wasn't exactly welcoming either. Vahva knew herself that disaster would strike if she didn't answer any questions right. But what was the right answer? She slowly and surely decided to approach. "Hello, there." Vahva had heard her mom say this often when confronting Vahva. It wasn't much of a lesson unless you did it first hand though. Speech,