Whitebark Stream slowing down

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He remained where he was for some time, eventually coming to rest on his stomach, still leaned against the trunk of the tree. He was one of those with wanderlust and yet he could not deny that he was growing weary of the nomadic lifestyle. The desire to roam and live independently would never leave him entirely. He had seen enough and done enough that now permanence was becoming a more favorable thought than seeing what was over the next hill. The winters were not going to get any easier, nor he any younger. But he would not make this decision with haste.

His reflection and contemplation was interrupted, when the sound of fleet footfalls were followed by a splash of water upstream. Then a shriek and a moment later a voice. His ear twisted first, and then his head followed. His mouth drew into a line and he lifted a brow. What was that all about? He rose onto his broad paws to investigate. He saw a bulky, brown wolf rolling amid the grass, and idly wondered if she was one of the ones he had heard howling not long ago.

"Did the water bite you?" he asked as he came to a stop some distance from her. He had not quite caught what she had said.