Xeris; Mirror Lakes.
Times were a-changin'. Jefferson had begun to notice a recurring cycle as he lived his life: a period of peace followed by a terrible onslaught of tragedy, only again to be trailed by peace. Iskata's death had been the example of one tragedy, while the appearance of Miriette and her siblings had been another at a different time. Luckily, he was always given some time to rest and heal back up before the next thing could come around and stir up trouble, undoubtedly an opportunity he was grateful for. This span of "peace", however, was lasting longer than he might have expected. Addison was healthy, happy, and growing. His kids seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth (though he couldn't determine if it was good or not). His pack was no longer harassed by Inferni. All the while, he grew closer and closer to Geneva and it was slowly becoming apparent to him that things between he and the olive-eyed wolfess were never going to be what they had been in the past... and oddly, he was happy about that.
After a few weeks of rain, the one-eyed idiot thirsted for the sunlight that finally arrived with the dawn. Optimistic and eager to breathe the clean air, Jefferson emerged from the ranch particularly early that morning and in good spirits. The rain had been heavy as of late, therefor it seemed somewhat necessary (though the knowledge was useless) to check on the water levels of the twin lakes, which were placed ever so conveniently nearby to the ranch. The water ran high on the shore but was nonetheless clean and reflective of the endless blue sky, complete with contented ducks and a few fish jumping for the bugs above the water's crest. Enticed by the ease of the lakes, Jefferson fashioned some sort of makeshift fishing pole from a long stick and loose twine in the ranch, whistling as he went. He scrounged about the dirt to find a worm briefly before sitting comfortably under a tree at the lake's edge and putting the bait to the water. It had been quite some time since he'd fished, but the singing birds must have agreed that it was the perfect day to.