Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · spring festival

Ferdie could feel the listlessness of the pack, it did not hamper his joy he would attempt to share it. The weather and the fact he was even part of the pack made him giddy. Perhaps to much so. Ferdie rolled on his back, even in the slushy snow, as if it were the warmest patch of grass. This particular action, he was going to regret later with a passion when he began his nightly groom.

Ferdie enjoyed his own voice and today was no exception “I’ll look forward to pack hunts for the big prey, and.... no rain or snow!!, my Pelt will be dry and not matted for days on end, I’ll have more time to enjoy the sun, Yes sun bathing on a warm rock listening the the river babble by would be heavenly.”

Ferdie pawed the air, a huge grin on his maw, His tail swayed back and forth while he waited for another wolf to speak. He hoped his antics would at the very least draw a smile from some other wolf. He twisted his upper body as he lay on his back so that he might stare at his own swaying tail, considering something crazy and not in the least adult wolf like.