Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

Crius sat on the edge the bank of Otter Creek, his eyes fixated on the cobalt slightly murky water. He had finally found something to eat after trotting around the forest aimlessly for what must have been days. Lightly huffing he let out a shallow breath and stood up, the water was glistening as the spring sun radiated down on the water's surface. Small waves crashed against the water's edge. The water seemed almost beckoning to the dark male. 

 "Hm..." He checked behind himself making sure no one was creeping up on him. Taking a few laps of water, he shook his fur he was heating up a little too much for his comfort his chocolate fur becoming slightly matted against his skin, twigs and mud entangled in his fir. "Shouldn't be any harm harm in taking a dip right?" He asked himself taking another quick glance around the creek. 

Crius gingerly sauntered into the water, he began wading his way up the creek trying to refresh and cleanse himself.