Whitefish River turn down for what

With a final stern reminder and a pat on the head, Osprey Jr. seemed to be forgiven. She bobbed her muzzle and replied, "Oookay." For the moment, she intended to heed her uncle. With her youthfully short attention span and willful temper taken into consideration, she would likely forget her agreement by tomorrow morning and set off on another renegade adventure.

The two adults began to converse and Junior was still too young to keep up with the big words and swift dialect of her elders. Ignoring them (though she sent curious, intermittent glances at the wolf she gathered to be called Jinx), Osprey began splashing around in the shallows. She could see small fish darting among the ripples and she giggled as she pursued them, yet they always slipped away between her toes, darting up- or downstream.