He was interested in seeing the lake without the possibility of running into any strangers. He'd never really had interaction with the wolves at the other end of the mountain, but he couldn't help but wonder what their relationship with Nomad's Pass had been. The distance was sizable, but who knew. He kept up a reasonable pace until the large body of water was visible and then he slowed, catching his breath with an even walk until he was at the edge. Ears cocked curiously, before he bent down and lapped up the clear water. It was cold, almost colder than the air. Not frozen yet, though he would be interested in seeing that. Looking up again, he took in the landscape, sniffing out the air. There certainly was no one else here. At least no large groups of wolves. Naira and Mapplethorpe were aware of this already, no doubt, but he'd poke around a bit more, just to be sure.
Taking a deep breath of clear mountain air, he bent down once more to take another drink of water when a sudden dizzy spell came over him. Trying to catch himself, he leaned too far forward, tipping right into the freezing water. It was a little overwhelming, to say the least, and he was in a bit of a fuzzy state for a second, hanging, lifeless, in the water. Suddenly realizing what had occurred, he beat against the water, his head sudden above the surface. The man gasped for air, every inch of him shaking as he paddled blindly, trying to find where the shore was. He had no fear of drowning, but he certainly wasn't interested in turning into a wolfcicle. <b style="color:#a51919">