Kintla Flatlands Young like us

Ezekiel was glad when she smiled, that probably meant yes. And sure enough she agreed to take him. Her home was called Bearclaw Valley. Just the knowledge that she was born in some kind of valley was exciting, and he couldn't wait to see it. Ok! Can't wait to see it. He said, taking a sweep of the land around him with his eyes. A lot of flat, some trees, lots of grass. This place wasn't exactly fit for a pack. He was glad that they were going further.

Soon the couple reached a river, with a glistening surface. It purred lightly, the cold water inviting a hot fluffy boy like Zeke to hop in. So he obliged, trotting in quickly after the dark female, immediately cooling off as the water seeped through his fur. Valette called the river Whitefish, which he didn't quite understand the namesake of, but he shrugged it off. It's cool. I actually like water a lot. Keeps me from getting too hot. He said, just for the sake of saying. He didn't really have to worry about sounding silly around Valette, she liked to listen and never put him down. 

Ezekiel pushed himself along the river, his thick grey pelt trying to move with the current, but his muscles kept him moving. Soon he made it to the other side, where Valette already stood. He imagined how pitiful he looked, with his elegant mane plastered to his body. A boyish grin came to his face as he locked eyes with Valette, he couldn't help but laugh a bit at the thought.