Lake Rodney helluva life

Haha, thanks! I'm a huge country nut. :D

With a great big sigh, Marcello rolls over onto his back, exposing his milky underbelly to the warm sunshine beaming down through the verdant canopy. The wind was just the barest breath across the lake, pushing tiny waves up the shore to lap at the bank, and soothing the mind of the DeMontarinno man. He kicked out a foreleg in a muscle-trembling stretch and grunted as a few joints popped in his ankle and shoulder; he repeated the motion with the other leg before drawing both paws up to his chest, and splaying his hindquarters. A hum of contentment rattled happily in his chest and he closed his eyes for a moment...

Only to snap them open at the sound of a distant splash. He stared up at the clouds for a few beats, waiting for it to repeat itself, but was met instead with a very wolfish bark. He rolled onto his side, bracing his fore-body with his elbows, and scoured the banks for the source. A young wolf, entirely monochrome, stood a good two-dozen yards down the bank. Marcello blinked, then blinked again, before untwisting himself and hauling his bulky frame up into a standing position.

He waved his tail in a show of good faith and returned the call with two throaty barks of his own before breaking out into a relaxed jog towards the other wolf.