Falls of the Hinterlands NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The pretty white wolf ate his rabbit in a bite. Milton liked a lady who could eat. He winked at her. She was so pretty. He liked pretty wolves and he liked that she didn’t smell. She was so nice too. He wondered if she thought he was handsome. Milton thought he was the most handsomest boy. He never had a mate before and he wanted one.
 
She told him how to swim. Milton looked back at the water and he was scared again. It was so scary. If the pretty white wolf told him that he had to hold still then he would. He looked at her with his hot hot pink orbs and he smiled at her. If he could show her that he was a handsome and good boy at swimming then she would like him more. “Okay. I can do that. It seems so easy.” Maybe that was why everyone could do it. Milton took some steps back from the edge of the water and then he ran and jumped and cannonballed in the middle of the deepest part. He was holding as still as he possibly could. Milton was sinking. He got evne more scared! He did everything that she said! Milton was drowning again and he tried to stand but he could not. There was no ground. He tried to hold even more still but the water made his fur move and he started to feel like he was doing it wrong. Milton started to cry.