Heron Lake Plateau Where the red fern grows

Yeet!

Freezing to the touch, the icy water almost burned his throat on its way down, leaving a trail of cool in its wake. Rye shivered, his tail flicking as the shudder reached the end of his tail. As he lapped the cold water up, he could feel his tongue numb with each lick of the water but he didn't care, clearly too busy sating his thirst to pay any attention to the cold. Nor the young wolf sneaking up behind him, yes, surly Rye was in for a suprise.

And boy was he unprepared for it.

The young'un let out a scare, and Rye damn near howled, whipping his body back to distance himself from the unknown, "Son of a-" he cut himself short seeing the wolf in a playful bow. Oh, he thought, pleasantly surprised now. Rye mimicked the bow, and energetically answered, "Yeah," he laughed, "You did, got me good!" Rye admited, the multi colored male enjoyed the energy the wolf gave out, it made himself feel playful and young, well, younger. Lifting himself from the bow, he planted his bottom to the snowy ground, a small smile glued to his lips.

"You did? I didn't see you, guess you were hiding then yeah?"