Duck Lake There's no I in "team", but there's two in "idiot"

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He had been having a leisurely nap on a hill that overlooked the creek when the call broke through the stillness of the afternoon. He sat up in attention when he heard a special trill at the end intended specifically for him. No one had ever called to him directly before. With a sinking heart, he realized it was a farewell howl from his friend Phoenix. Where is he going? Clock thought desperately to himself. Of all the packmates he had met so far, Phoenix was one of his favorites and Clock did not want to see him go.

Scrambling to his feet, Clock shook himself to clear the last of his sleep away and then rushed off to the pack boundary in hopes that he would get there in time to talk to his friend. Maybe he had misunderstood and Phoenix wasn't going away afterall. Or maybe he was going away for a while and then would be back. Yes, surely that was what this was all about. Crossing at the narrowest and safest point in the creek (which, ironically, Phoenix had showed him), Clock came out at the other side which was no longer Swiftcurrent territory. He shook beads of water from his thick fur and then sniffed at the wind, wondering which way the red wolf had gone. He picked up a little of the other's scent going through the meadow in an eastwardly direction and set off that way. He did not want to make a scene by howling, so he gave a few high pitched barks meant to say :where are you?: