Firefly Ravine Next Stop.... Where?

Zephyr laughed, play bowing across from her. He watched, though, as he quickly became a victim to such trouble, and could not help but laugh. He subconsciously already looks at the wolfdog as if she were his daughter, liking her playful spirit and zest for life. Within moments, shed slid behind him and grabbed his tail in her jaws. As he began to turn, however, she let go and moved and a little splash was heard. He tur ed to where shed moved last, anxiety  spiking after realizing she WASNT there. That sound was all too familiar to the ebondy male, and he whipped around. It took a moment for his scared grassy eyes to catch sight of her, but when he did he lunged forward for her. His aim was her scruff, and of he managed to get it he'd be picking her right up out of that water. He'd fished too many pups from the river, mostly his own, and Rain, to him, was his pup. Even if she was fully grown and not even his.