Shadewood I ain't plastic, call me classic

undeterred by the incessant rain, Val set to exploring the arching river’s fresh laid banks. a fresh layer of silt coated the riverbend’s edge, drawing curious Valravn close enough to the water that he watched wide eyed as something sodden pulled itself up-shore.

his fur was on end as he watched, his muscles tensed and tail halfway curled up. he was ready to bark, or chase this thing — when it hunched over and released a projectile spew of river water. Val’s ears flew back in surprise and he jolted, head tilting to the side as sobs wracked out from the river-logged creature.

Valravn took a tentative step forward, and then another — when he realized this was a wolf almost his age, his tail began to wag playfully. unaware Alyx was probably in no mood to play, Valravn stretched his thin legs in the sand before him and issued a single, excited yap.