Greatwater Lake The Perks of being a Lone Wolf

The sight of the silver male doggie-paddling towards the shore, with his mouth gaping and his tongue lolling must've seen like a joke. Despite the fact Finn always tried to keep a 'bad boy' appereance, his immature inner self often came out to shine. Finally he reached the shore, he stood and gave his coat a vigorous shake before adressing his newly found companion again.

"Yeah I was beginning to think I was alone" he barked as he trotted towards the male. His drenched tail held at a neutral height. Truth be told he was a little disappointed he had come across a male, but well it was better than nothing so he'd take his company.

"How's it going man?" he asked wagging his tail and sending water all over the place, "The name's Finn" he added with a sharp bark.