RE: The sky darkens with ash from a distant forest fire. -- for @Lena perhaps?
Despite the vagarious nature of the weather, of the change of the seasons, Reyes had managed to keep from being caught in another violent thunderstorm. It was the small mercies, he supposed, and it was the same begrudging gratefulness that he carried with him as he came upon the large lake. The dark wolf circled once, twice – scenting no established packs along the shores, he waded in, first for a drink, and then for a bath. A wolf could never be too clean – a large body of water was quite helpful in that particular matter.
Shaking the water from his thick coat, Reyes settled in the sunshine to bask, to dry – he had nowhere important to be. In fact, he had nowhere to be at all.
Perhaps that was why he allowed his dark eyes to close. The wolf started awake; how long had he left himself unguarded? A quick scan made it obvious there was no immediate danger. So what had woken him? Glancing upwards was enough to tell him; there was a haze rolling in. He might have worried for incoming storms, had his nose not informed him that was definitely smoke. Surely the stench had woken him.
“Dios mio,” he muttered unhappily. “That’s just what I need. A forest fire.”