Totoka River "he waits for the wind to carry him home."

My best friend from college had one too! A golden pony-sized boy. He passed away last year but he was the best doggo!

Aside from the spectral creature with the collar, Clarence had not been fortunate enough to meet anyone else within these wilds. He did not know what signs to look for when hunting for a wolf; his skills were solely aquatic, and his lack of social graces made this quite obvious. So when a grizzled silver-black thing spirited its way along the opposite bank, he didn't know what to do. The other creature had been leery of him despite his innate kindness (or what he perceived as good behavior, which to a wolf would likely be overbearing and strange). This time he merely watched, and the stranger took notice of him with a lift of his lip. The thinnest grin imparted, Clarence continued to merely lay there.

Then, still incredibly passive despite the potential threat, the big guy's mouth flew open in a gasping yawn. He coughed softly as he closed his maw, then lazily flopped over upon his left side. If anything about that was threatening then Clarence wouldn't be prepared for retaliation in the slightest - but he was warm, and happy, and saw no reason to fight with this other. A moment later he rolled across his broad back and to his right side, flashing his belly because physics demanded it, and adjusted afterwards so his long and bearded face was positioned atop his awkwardly lengthed limbs.

One look to the stranger was all that came after. Sort of a, what?