Greatwater Lake Caught in clouds of silver ropes

Young wolves and they way of seeing the world. He saw almost in slow motion as the wolferess realized what was happening and how both disgust and fear painted itself on her face. Strange how one's behavior could not make up for the rumor surrounding something. But then again, he would maybe never see that wolf again. One less problem in his life it seemed. He watched her run away, fleeing from him and shook his head.  At least she knew what was best for her.

For his part, the wolf went back to his fishing, oh well attempt to find a new technique with anything that floated. His new test subject, was well another tree.  Some learned, some never did, but despite the fact that test number 2 ended like test number 1, he did fetch a fish while slipping into the water again and swam to the bank with it.  He looked at it and sighed.  "I should just go to the beavers " he told himself and decided to sit down and enjoy his catch under the last sun of late summer.

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