Lion Head Mesa i hunt the wilderness in myself

Trying out a new char, mind? ;p

Man, did he love the water. Loved the water so damn much, his fur was near permanently swept backwards, especially that dark mane of his, flairing off the back of his skull in a ducktail style. Suave. Well, atleast to himself, he was, uncaring of what the world thought of him and his eccentric fashion, if you coud call it that.
Getting off track.

Today was a Beach day, and the dual colored boy wanted some sun and waves. And some fish. Fish was tastey. And they had pretty songs, sometimes. Loki ran  took his sweet time getting to the beach, sand kicked up and waves singing his name in the sweetest of waves  ways. He threw himself through the hot land, particles being sent in a trail of chaos behind him until he got to the water.
That's when he stopped on a dime.
And put a single toe in.
Very, very, slowly.

An agonizingly slow second sludged by, but the moment it was over, the wolf launched himself into the water.
This right here?
This shit right here?
This was the life.