Lake Rodney Windflower Delightful Mane

"Vili, Vili... if you saw me now, you would be laughing so hard," thought Birk, while looking down at his knee high muddy and stinky feet. Just an hour ago he had been in a very embarrassing situation. For a man and for a wolf. If asked, what had happened, he would smile and not say a single word, feeling too happy that no one had seen his proud self been beaten by the simple forces of The Mother Earth. 

Had it not been the colder part of the day, he would have left the mud to dry and then let it fall off. Now much to his dislike for cold water, he stepped right into the lake and stomped around for a while. With teeth clenched and wearing an expression of a holy martyr. "Geez... this is effing cold..." he said to himself, when he got out, shook his coat and settled down to lick away the residue water.