Whitefish River I've never been afraid of any deviation.

Back dated to 7/29

The sight of water was a welcome one. It was not the ocean that he loved, but it would do. Picking up his pace, he trotted into the river, dunking his head under once before coming back up and shaking the water from his face. It felt good to have wet fur again. When not out and about, Zig was usually swimming in the ocean and could often be found with a damp coat. He had been away from the coast for almost a week, and as much he loved to explore, he was starting to feel the distance. 

There were plenty of fish to choose from had he been interested in fishing, but right now, he was content with swimming in the cool water, occasionally dunking his muzzle in the water, enjoying the way it felt when the cool liquid spread over his face.