Mudminnow River gotta stand tall and aim higher

Lost in his own daydreams, he was blissfully unaware of another approaching so closely. A pause in step at the sight of raccoon tracks led to the awkward collision on Valdemar’s part. Blinking, the wolfdog barked a laugh at the fumbling of the other—likely embarrassed by the ordeal.
Not shy are you? He teased, taunting the smaller boy with a grin curving broad across his boxy muzzle. The burly man turned to face him with a wag of his tail.