Whitefish River turn down for what

"Oookay," Osprey drawled, her eyes dropping to comb the river's surface for a few seconds before she suddenly lurched forward, moving deeper into the water. She didn't even get a chance to start doggy paddling before a scuffling noise from behind her caused Junior to duck her head first, then whip it around to face the shoreline. She spotted Kisu racing to the riverbank and she instinctively paddled in a half-circle, then waded back into the shallows.

When he rebuked her, the young puppy shook her damp body and then lowered it, her ears flattening. "I's epspworin'," the youngster replied, her tail beginning to wiggle as her uncle greeted the white she-wolf in a friendly tone. Osprey peered over her wet shoulder, sleek as a seal's flank, and pouted. Now that Uncle Kisu was here, she surely wouldn't get to see the female's hidden clubhouse, nor its secret contents.