Totoka River the apiarian phantom

taking advantage of a deepening grey atmosphere, a dark wolf stole across the riverside glen with a swift and lengthy gait on that breezy autumn morning. he passed over brush and under branch, his steady lope driven by a force yet unseen and a purpose never spoken. he thought not of the troubles he'd seen or of the wolf who had seen him through it, but only of what he had left behind -- of what now lie ahead; like the river he splashed and swam and powered his way through with the force of a locomotive.

having accomplished the hard swim more or less gracefully, the reedy warhound churned restlessly with a burst of sinful pride as he reached the shore. he shook himself, taking on the appearance of a silvery urchin, and feeling like he could do anything in that moment, took off at a gallop down the coast.

@Reigi i know i said seabreeze, but i thought i might try to help you with your rut instead. we can still do the other thread, but only if you want to and will start it lmao