His reflection gazed back up at him crisp and clear. Looking up over the pond, it was as if glass. He dipped his head down after gazing around and lapped up some water breaking the surface tension. After drinking his fill it was time to move on and go about the daily business. Soon it would be time to hunt, and the anticipation was killing him. Ulfang was hungry, and he knew that others would be as well. He started his way back to the den, where his pack would most likely start to converge. His would make a small detour near the river, just to make sure things were as they should be and nothing else was amiss. He started on his way at a jog.