What a cool place. There was so much to see. Milton loved it. He saw the waterfall and he wanted to play in it. He did not know how deep the water was at the bottom. How deep did waterfall bottoms go? Milton didn’t know how to swim so he didn’t want to find out. It was scary to drown. Milton liked flowers more than he liked drowning. He didn’t know why he kept going to water places.
 
There was another wolf at this water place. She was white with grey streaks in her fur. Milton liked white fur because it looked so clean all the time. He was excited to see her. Milton barked happily at the wolf with white fur. Milton ran toward her and slipped on a rock. He fell into the water and began to flap his arms. “HELP PLEASE! I CAN’T sWIM!!!”

Milton flapped harder. He knew it was the only thing keeping him floating. Milton didn’t want to drown. Drowning was so scary! He flapped again. Milton was flapping too hard to hear what the pretty white wolf was saying. She yelled at him. Milton flapped his arms some more. All of a sudden Milton could stand. He panted with his tongue out. His orbs were so wide. Milton stared at the white shewolf with wide orbs.
 
“I guess I can touch the bottom. That was so scary. Have you ever been scared like that? Wow! What if I could not touch the bottom? You’re really pretty.” He liked her white fur. Milton thought white fur was really pretty. He always wanted white fur like his mom but he was brown. He wondered if this wolf’s mom had white fur too.

The pretty white wolf walked toward Milton and Milton gave her a wolf smile. His hot hot pink orbs looked at her pretty white fur and he wished he had pretty white fur like that. Milton was just brown. Even falling in the water didn’t make him less brown. What good was water if it didn’t make you a pretty white wolf like this pretty one?
 
The pretty white wolf asked him a question. Milton didn’t know if he was done drowning. He looked at his feet. He looked at the shewolf. “I think so. I could probably drown again if you want me to.” But Milton didn’t like drowning. He hoped she did not want him to. It would have been rude if she did but she was so pretty. “DO you know how to swim?” If she knew how to swim she could teach Milton not to drown.  

Milton was so happy she knew how to swim! He jumped with joy and splashed in the puddle. Milton had always wanted to learn how to swim. The pretty white wolf did not want to swim. She wanted him to hunt. Milton wanted her to be happy so she would teach him how to swim. Milton knew that she could because she had told him. Milton nodded his head and his auds came forward. Milton thought it was silly that she could not hunt without him but he just wanted a friend.
 
“I will hunt for you pretty white wolf.” Milton jumped out of the water. Milton shook his fur and ran from the rocks. Milton found a rabbit hiding in the woods nearby. When he was close Milton sprang on the rabbit and bit its neck. Milton was happy he caught a rabbit for the pretty white wolf. He turned around and ran back to the pretty white wolf with the rabbit. Milton smiled a wolf smile at her. “Here. Can you teach me how to swim?”

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.

Milton cried but his tears became part of the water. She could not see him cry if he was drowning. But he was! He was under the water and he could not hear her yelling at him. His eyes were open and it hurt to keep them still. All of a sudden his head got funny feeling. He didn’t know what was happening. His legs kicked without his permission! What the hell, legs. He flapped his arms and legs and he cried more because he was not doing what he was told. The more he started to flap then the higher he went up in the water again.
 
He flapped to the top and he gasped a big breath of air like he had never breathed in his life. “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.” It hurt to breathe. He was very wet and not good at his new swimming. He flapped his arms and somehow made it back to where the pretty white wolf was. He looked at her and he cried again. “You lied to me! Why?! Why would you lie to me?!?! I was drowning.” Milton felt very hurt by his pretty friend. She told him to hold still but it was moving that had saved his life. How could she have given him the wrong information? Did she just want him to die?

That was rude. Milton was not happy that she had left him to drown. She didn’t even go into the water to see if he was okay! What if he had died? Maybe she wasn’t as nice as he thought. It was sad. Milton felt sad. He had caught her a rabbit. He had listened to her tell him what to do. She had lied to him and he had almost died. The pretty white wolf told him that she just wanted him to learn how to swim on his own. It was still rude. Milton didn’t like rude people. He turned his head away from her. Hew as very sad.
 
“You did not have to lie to me. You could have told me the right way to begin with. That was not nice.” Milton was a nice man. He liked to be nice to other people. If the pretty white wolf was not a nice white wolf then he did not want to be with her. She did not seem to care that he had almost died. He was so afraid of drowning. “Do you hate me?” His hot hot pink eyes filled with tears again. He was going to cry. He did not want to cry in front of the pretty wolf. She was not nice about swimming so she would not be nice about crying.

Tina was not the nicest person. Milton only liked the nicest people. He looked at her with his hot hot pink orbs and they narrowed. She was right. He had not died. But he could have! WHY WAS SHE SO RUDE ALL OF A SUDDEN?! Milton only wanted to be friends. Milton liked to make new friends. He did not like rude people. They made him feel sad and hurt. He did not like to feel sad and hurt. HE WAS NOT FINE. Milton had lmost drowned himself! Because this pretty white wolf had told him a lie to try to kill him. Maybe she was assassin.
 
“I am sad! You tried to kill me! Who sent you?!” Milton was barking. He was not happy with his pretty white wolf friend. She must have been assassin. She had pretty white fur and she had orange eyes and she tried to get him to drown and if he had listened to her he would have been dead. He made his auds go forward. “I don’t want you to hate me. You’re so pretty.”

The pretty white wolf said a word he did not know. Milton looked at her with confusion in his orbs. He narrowed his orbs at her and then frowned. His frown made him look a little sad but not too sad. Milton was only a little confused. Was a Coterie part of assassin order? If it was he was in big trouble. Milton did not want to be assassined. He was too young to die! Milton had so many flowers to sniff. He had so much to do. He didn’t even have a mate yet. He wanted a mate so badly.
 
“What is that? What’s that Coterie? Is it your name? That would be funny if your name was Pretty Coterie.” He laughed. It was funny to him. Milton had never met assassin before. He did not know they were not supposed to be pretty. She was pretty and he would not have thought she was assassin if he knew assassin were not supposed to be pretty.  

Milton didn’t like the pretty white wolf’s real name as much as he liked the name Pretty Coterie. It sounded so nice. It was almost like it was from a different country. He thought she was exotic. He wanted to be exotic too. It would have been so cool to be from somewhere else. He was just bron in a desert. He didn’t even know why he left the desert. He just wanted to meet new friends and explore. He liked to find pretty wolves like Pretty Coterie. She was different from him but he had never met another Milton so it was fine.
 
Maybe Milton was confused. Milton was confused a lot. But maybe Milton was confused because this girl did not look like a Tina. She looked like a Pretty Coterie. It was a nice name. He would name his child that when he had one. She would be the prettiest puppy ever born and everyone would know it because her name would be Pretty Coterie. He liked that a lot. Milton smiled at Tina and blinked his hot hot pink orbs at her. “You’re very pretty, Tina. I think the name Pretty would be nice for you. I’m going to name my puppy Pretty Coterie if I have them.”  

Tina was so funny. Milton liked her a lot. She was just so funny. He really thought she was a great wolf. He wanted to spend more time with her. She made him happy and she was helping him learn to swim on his own. Even though she was scary and she liked to get mad at him she was still really cool. He liked how pretty she was.
 
“I know but that’s too long. You call me Milly and I’ll call you Tina. See? Shorter is better. Easier to say. Or I could just call you Pretty. You are pretty so it would be a better name. What’s a Guillotina anyway? Is that like a fish Tina? It’s weird.” Milton really liked Tina better than her full name. Her full name was some whack ass shit. He really thought that Tina was better. Pretty would have been even better than Tina. Oh well. He would stick with Tina and she would call him Milly. He wondered if she liked to run on the beach. He had only seen the beach once.

Milly sure liked Tina. She was just his favorite. She was so pretty. She had such cool eyes. Milton liked his eyes a little better because they were the perfect shade of hot hot pink and they were so unique but he had never seen eyes like Tina’s so that was pretty cool too.
 
“I don’t know. I’m not very good at a lot of stuff. I like to smell flowers. That’s cool right?” He really did love flowers. They were his favorite things ever. Milton thought the world should be covered in flowers because then it would smell so good and not bad anywhere. Flowers were almost as pretty as Tina and he thought Tina was the prettiest wolf he had ever seen.