Alpine Lake the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs

All welcome! Fishing or hunting or bathing or water fight, anyone?

NOTE: Each of the traveling threads is a day apart. ♥ This is day seven, March 27, 2017.

Despite her penchant for the macabre, even Lotte was glad to leave the slough behind — particularly because of the tumbling sound of rushing water that grew louder and louder the further south the Family went. Waterfalls meant fresh water, and fresh water usually meant food. The scattered tracks of cloven-hoofed ungulates dappled the lush earth below, and trout and salmon could be seen in great abundance in the river shallows. It was Teaghlaigh’s own personal utopia, and although their stay was only temporary until they found their true home, Lotte felt the cramped muscles in her abdomen and back release for the first time in days. She took a moment to bathe in one of the mossy pools fed by the alpine cascades, allowing the chill meltwater to drum rhythmically upon her crown — that is, until water got into one of her thickly-furred ears and she bounded from the spray with a disgruntled snort. On a whim, she splashed cold water in the direction of the wolf nearest to her, being careful to avoid Olive lest the puppies become too chilled.