Swiftcurrent Creek the black lips

Ferdie rolled his eyes at the thought of swimming he hated swimming, glancing up and the sky, he realized he was swimming now, just on dry land for once. The brute closed his eyes and shrugged.

Backing up a foot or two he grinned wickedly at Bones then charging forward he laps up much higher then he needed to and splashed down into the river a wolf version of a cannonball he supposed. spending a torrent of water away from him in every direction. Paddling around he looked to make eye contact with the young wolf his tail trailing behind him in the water just upon the water surface.

A crack of thunder filled the air, perhaps the pair would have to take shelter somewhere, mother nature seemed hell bent on releasing her furry