Whitewater Gorge The Old Tale-Teller

Chaska watched down into the gorge below, as the water below rushed. There was a cold breeze that came through, carrying with it a scent. He turned to face a wolf he had not even realized was nearby. He only managed to notice them just in time for them to bump into him.

He would have let it go, had they not given such a reaction, having almost knocked the old wolf off his feet. 

"Buddy, just go around...can't an old wolf stand here, looking down at the water?" he asked, trying to keep his tone calm. He had not even realized that he had bristled up for a moment.