Otter Creek yard sale

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Almost there, almost. The silvery explorer ran, his destination clear in his mind. He was almost there. It seemed as if exploring had became part of his schedule. Wake up, leave the Creek, explore. He was spending less and less time at home, less time patrolling the borders, less time hanging out with his packmates and less time training. He smiled wistfully as he recalled the spar he had with Scimitar, maybe when things had settled down, he'll go for another.

He skidded to a halt, his destination only a few pawsteps away. As he walked towards it, he vowed that after this trip, he would spend more time at home, patrolling the borders, getting to know the newbies, spending quality time with his packmates. And spend more time with Paarthurnax, a small part of his brain whispered. Shut up! Shadow growled in his head.

At the sight of Otter Creek, the ashen male became oblivious to his surroundings as he dipped his muzzle into the water and lapped up some water, fulfilling his thirst before staring intently at the water for a minute. A silver fish darted forward and immediately the wolf's head went underwater just as a paw shot out and scooped it out of the water. The fish flew into the air, twisting, and landed into the water again, squirming. The platinum male dove in and caught the fish in his jaws.

Little did he know, he was only a few pawsteps away from another wolf.