Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

Hope you don’t mind if I join this.  :)

The sight of a wolf caught Lumar’s eye, as she padded through Kintla.  It had been a few days or maybe even a week or two now since she had last spoken to Judas and she was still intent on the idea of advising a rebellion.  Hmm... maybe she could try to manipulate this wolf.  It was a thought.  Anyways, there wasn’t any harm in trying?  Was there?  She could always offer a bribe... or use fear against them.  She needed more help, she craved more help.  The wolves needed to go, or at least that’s what the psychopathic coyote thought.

The coyote watched as the male slipped into the water and decided that this would be a good chance to show herself.  Anyways... if this wolf happened to want to kill her or hurt her at first sight, the water could slow down his movements and give her an okay timespan to flee.  “Hello.”  Lumar spoke to the wolf.  Although it was slurred with her French accent, her English was getting better and slowly she was begging to become more fluent in her speak.  Her eyes intently watched the wolf, waiting to see what he would do.