Lake Rodney burn

Hey! Do you mind if we bump this to current?

Dash had an itch that he just needed to scratch. While the mountain certainly tested his stamina, he just felt the need to roam a little. Adjusting to life as a pack member was a little more difficult than he thought it would be, and he hoped his leaders would understand if he needed to go off every once in a while. This time, he didn't go nearly as far. Just a short trot down to the lake. He really wanted to test out his fishing skills since he hadn't been able to since that day at the beach.

As he neared the lake, his keen sense of smell alerted him that he wasn't the only one who was visiting the lake. His hackles raised instinctively. He had never had a run in with the large felines, but every bone, muscle, and fiber in his body told him to be on alert.

A piercing yowl reached his ears, and his eyes found the source. The cougar was at the lake, about a hundred yards in front of Dash. He sat back on his haunches, wondering he would get lucky and it would just leave.