Otter Creek Lonely Rivers

To him it’s odd meeting wolves that don’t even know that dogs exist. He was in a pack of eleven–not including himself. The rest o this pack mates were huskies. These were just the ones that he sled with. The remainder of his family lived at his humans house. He was rarely ever there because of the constant running/sledding to new places. He rarely got time to talk with them, to talk with his mother. Especially in the recent weeks before he left his pack to seek out paradise. 

He finds it easier to explain exactly what dogs are on a later date to the female. He watches her lie down and mention her home over the mountains and his brows rise in astonishment.

“You are a long way from home.” He voices out to her. “Those are some brutal mountains.” He laughs lightly. “As I’m sure you can tell, I’m not in a pack. Or...” he furrows his brows. “my pack isn’t around here at least.”

The plume of his hind legs rest on the peddled bank as he goes into a sitting position beside the female. “I apologize for almost running you over back there.” He laughs easily. “I obviously can’t fish.” He says golden eyes looking into her own icy blue ones.