Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

Crius narrowed his eyes at her grin; it had a layer of mischief shrouded by a touch of sincerity. This was odd, now that he looked her over once more, the water no longer slightly distorting his view she was even smaller than he assumed before. Her hide was like no wolf he had ever seen before; it was a mix of a fair tan and other browns. Her muzzle is far more narrow that most wolves Crius had met as well. There was clearly one explanation for her to be so tiny; she was the runt of a litter obviously. It made perfect sense now, but that still doesn't explain her prejudice against the other wolf packs, after all, why wouldn't she just let him infiltrate her last pack?

"Um that's all fine and dandy, but what of our last pack? What was their name? I could join them and bring you information consistently, that way we could take them down and we can make sure no one ever runs the risk of joining them. But then again who are we exactly?" Crius droned, taking a step towards the small one.