Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

I uh... kind-of got carried away and began rambling at the waterway parts, you don't have to match the amount of text. x,D

Goliath had recently been studying the waterways that were close enough to Sleeping Dragon to prove efficient. He had recently decided to check up on Whitebark stream, it had been some time since he had last fished there, so he tested these waters once more, and found them to prove sufficiently fertile.

Finding plenty of clusters of salmon eggs, and a significant surplus of bass and minnows he realized that it must have been spawning time quite recently for the aquatic life in Whitebark, and thus he decided not to interrupt any activity in fear of disrupting the cycle.

It was hard to do, seeing as he was a massive chunk of fat and muscle slowly treading in the waters, but he managed to not step on any important chunks of the stream. Well, except for a Suckermouth minnow that he quickly picked off as a small snack.

Popping it's head off with his massive jaws, a bit of blood stained his thick, mismatched fur a dark, crimson red. He devoured the rest, taking a break once in a while to cough out a spine or two. He didn't gut it well enough.

Making sure the rest of the waterway was as healthy as the top was, he ventured down and caught sight of a lone smudge of brilliant, bright red fur. Looking closer, he realized it was a lone red wolf.

About 20 meters away from her, Goliath slowed down his pace, kept his head high, and called from the other side of the river. "HALT!" he boomed, his voice easily traveling down the empty plains like the crack of thunder. He slowly moved towards the loner, in hopes of questioning them, and to practice for becoming the new royal guard of the pack.