Mudminnow River One by One

"It certainly seems to be," Luke grinned, his tail thumping the ground. He had not spent any time in the plateau pack, had never seen the heart of the territory, but he had been in the company of several of their wolves: Mordecai, Lasher, Harlyn, and Osprey. They had all been good wolves, and it followed that the rest of the pack ought to be similar in disposition. Though opposites attracted, it was also true that like minded wolves grouped together. "Don't worry, we will be just as successful," he affirmed. He believed it, too.

His eyes were drawn to the flash of silver in the stream, and the boy turned to him, inviting him to a game of catch the minnow. He need not be asked twice, his tail started beating back and forth wildly. "Oh yes," he said, grinning devilishly. Then he gestured with his muzzle, "you first!"