Dark Tide was patrolling Sandar Lake he inspected the reeds and gazed at the fish as he walked. He also kept an eye on the land. One of the six's horses may not often venture so far north but you could never tell in this tumultuous times. He stuck his nose in a particularly thick pile of reeds nd inhaled. Checking for any foreign scent. Finding nothing Tide moved on, it was a large lake and he had a lot of ground to cover. There wasn't much action on the far side of the lake and despite the fish it was rather boring but his station demanded certain duties. He plodded on sniffing the wind periodically.