Whitewater Gorge I'm doing my best

It did not take long before the boy noticed him, and it took even less time for the young wolf to decide he wanted nothing to do with the hungry creature that stared at him. Rat watched as he backed away from the cliff and darted away, making no move to follow other than to turn his head and let his hawklike eyes follow the disappearing form. He flopped to his rump, reached forward with a hindpaw to scratch at his shoulder, dislodging a flea or two, before he rose and carried on his own way.