Phoenix Maplewood they've got the kingdom locked up

Ashka catches up with him, pointing in the opposite direction he’d been traveling.  He scrunches his face up in mock frustration before he pivots on his back legs and darts back toward the tawny wolf.  He barks excitedly a couple of times before he nudges he shoulder playfully.

“Right.  I knew that.  Of course I knew that.  This isn’t my first rodeo!” he tells her though he doesn’t exactly know what that means.  He grins from ear to ear, though, as she beefs up the scene he’s about to embark on.  It’s quiet for a few moments and he keeps up the façade, following next to her as she leads him along.  She turns and presents the stream to him—it’s not much of a stream, however, but he goes with it.

Ukko drops his jaw as if it’s the most magnificent thing he’s ever seen.

“Nice,” he says with a flick of his tail.  “Very nice.  It’s so big.”  

He jumps forward suddenly, leaving his pack mate behind.

“Last one’s in is a smelly frog!” he shouts, jumping into the narrow stream.  He turns around, bows forward, butt wagging in the air.  His feet are barely covered by the water but it doesn’t stop him from pretending their about fall right into deep and trecherous rapids.