Stone Circle Crawl out of love

Any number of misfortunes could have befallen Burr at that moment. A slip of the paw, an errant leaping fish, or a swell in the current all would suffice to send a young, still growing pup to his doom in the river. Luckily for the Saefyn youth, none of those things had a chance to happen. The loud sound of splashing drew Burr's attention away from the water under his muzzle and his eyes traced the current up until they latched on Nanook. Seeing a wolf pressing toward him in the water was enough to push him back from the edge an inch or two, back to a place of absolute safety, as if he would get in trouble for drinking on his own.

His ears scooped forward expectantly, but when the unkempt grey female sloshing through the river didn't immediately admonish him, Burr's curiosity won out. She didn't really resemble his papa or mama, or anyone else he had ever met, but he knew one thing about her. "Aren'cha wet, miss?" he hollered to her, far louder than was necessary to be heard over the gurgle of the water, and his curled tail gave a few cautious shakes to accompany his ears, which pressed back apologetically. He just had to know, though, because who willingly got wet like that? There had to be some secret and Burr was determined to know it!