Phoenix Maplewood Lights down for the one I love.

Fading here, thanks for joining in!

Aphrodite, swift on her determined paws, swept forward - likely driven by the fleeing of their prey. Artyom, too, had felt the drive to pursue, but held back - he would rather make the journey home without the discomfort of a sudden pelt.

Still, he felt hooefulas the wolfess dived nose-first into the freezing water, and looked on from above with excited anticipation. It was quick to fade, however, when she emerged with nothing between her jaws but a rotten old stick.

Artyom emitted a soft whine in sympathy, and shifted his weight to move alongside his pack-mate to bump his muzzle fondly to her soaked shoulder. "Let's keep moving," he looked around at the group, then loped from the scene of their failure to follow the stream and lead them toward their own turf.