After meeting with Lachesis at the borders of the lowlands, he had a more or less solid idea of where their territory ended enough to avoid crossing boundaries. Sure enough, their scent markings were easily discovered long before he neared them with the southern wind blasting it in his face. Really, he'd have no excuses if he crossed it; they were unmistakable.
Instead, he angled more southwestern in nature, diving into the trees and running hard until he approached the yawning lake that stretched before him. While he had taken many dips in the pond near the monadnock, he had a feeling these waters would be far warmer. With how wide it was, the heat from summer would no doubt still linger, not as easily influenced by the changing temperatures as Kettle Pot Pond.
Wraith leaped straight in and was rewarded with the relatively warm waters splashing into his face, lapping against his muscular form in a perfect form of post-run massage. Flopping down in the shallows, he drank deeply to sate his first and then simply looked out over the calm landscape. Beautiful. He found himself wishing he'd brought the pups along to experience it as well.
Next time, he promised himself.