Whitefish River here and there

Ferdie Von Pelt stepped over the threshold of his pack’s lands and outside the boarders he drew a deep breath. Yes it was nice to be part of a pack again, but his growing pains were difficult. He needed a moment to breath, he missed being a lone wolf with no cares and no one depending on him, but he also found he enjoyed the social aspect of the pack and the ease of the hunt, his hunger was well sated.

With a glance over his shoulder and a moment of guilt quelled, Ferdie shook his whole body from ear to tail, he threw his tail high over his back with a self satisfied smile. His thick pelt was freshly groomed and lay over his body with a slight sheen, an he would not have it any other way, even with the change of season upon them, his pelt didn’t seem to be worse for wear, not a matt to be seen.

Ferdie loped forward and away from the pack, even if it was just for a day possibly two he just needed to be out. He lost track of time as he loped miles from ‘home’ His body and muscles still used to long lonely days of travel seemed to revel in the exercise that he had not gotten since he took up residence at the creek mere weeks ago.

He came to a river and slowed to a stop long hours of travel left him thirsty and so he step up to the edge and began to lap at it’s cool surface. His ears lifted around toward a few noises, He glanced up, water dripping from his maw, and saw a large bird, t’was to large to be a crow or gull. Then his head moved down as he spotted a wolf drawing closer to him she seemed to be traveling along the river toward him.
Ferdie Von Pelt stood probably looking dumbfounded as she drew closer unable to stop looking at her, but unsure why she held this much of his attention.