Lost Creek Hollow "what did the fish say..."

Late to the party!

He came when he heard the howl, his eyes sweeping across his leader and packmate, to the dam and the waters it was starting to contain. He could not guess for what reason Mordecai had issued the summons. There was nothing particularly novel about a dam or the creatures that built it. The blue-nosed wolf had seen plenty, and found them to be good hunting grounds for all sorts of small and big game that came to rely on the waters and plants. Good fishing too.

"So," he smacked his lips. "What's up, guys?"