Whitewater Gorge Geronimo

The two wolves finally made it to the river. And Awnyl was relieved to have finished the dangerous trek. He'd never felt like such a wimp before, then again he'd also never climbed down into a canyon before. He straightened his posture into a more relaxed one. Wildfire's relaxed posture also made him a little more off edge. He sighed giving one last fearful glance at the turf before turning to listen to the girl.

Just exploring. Ok. He thought as she justified her reason for being there. He too enjoyed exploring, that was why he was there after all. He nodded to her, showing that he understood just fine. She asked him a question in return, and then asked if he could hold her tail. Oh yeah of course! He smiled and bent down to grab her tail in his mouth. He held on tight, but not enough to hurt in any way. Through a mouth full of fur he responded, Ye I'm exshplurring thoo. It didn't come out right, but at least he tried.